Wake up — текст песни (Missy Elliot featuring Jay-Z)





[Missy Elliott]



Eh yo Hov, tell em, hip hop betta wake up



[Jay-Z]



Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up

Yeah, turn the muhfuckin music up



[Verse 1 Missy Elliott]



Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin crack to the black

Hope you bought a spare for your flat

Cant accept me talkin real facts

Down the hill like Janet Jack, i speak what yah weak mind lacks

Yah heard that

Im creative to the fullest what you talkin bout Willace cause your talkin Never kill it

I hear but dont fill it, down we realest

Yah just weet me in the in the village

Yeah im a down diva done niva

Ya`ll not see her he don sqeeze into a wife beater

Yep im a top leader

I got the Martin Luther King fever, ima feed yah what yah teacher need to breat yah

Its time to get seious

Black people all areas who gon` carry us it aint time to bury us

Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it



[Chorus]



If you dont gotta gun (its alright)

If yah makin legal money, (its alright)

If you gotta keep yah clothes on, (its alright)

You aint gotta sell yah lil phone, (its alright)

And yah wheels dont spin, (its alright)

And you gotta wear them jeans again, (its alright)

Yeah if you tried oh well, (its alright)

MC`s stop the beef lets sell, (its alright)



[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]



Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up

Some of ya`ll be faker than a dragon make-up

Got issues to take up before we break up

Like Electra let go miss Selida Baker

I love Jocob, the jury wont fix my place up

Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up

Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors

I got cable, now check it how i make my paper

Hip hop dont stop be my life saver

Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers

And like a elevator dj on a cross fader

Black wake up i`ll see yah ass later



[Chorus x1]



[Verse 3 Jay-Z (Missy Elliott)]



I need rims that dont listen and boomin system

First piece of change i see im gon` get one

745 no license to drive

I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it

(Rewind)

I can hear myself but i cant feel myself

I wanna feel myself like Tweet

745 no license to drive

I aint even gotta home i gots to live in my ride, fuck it

Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt

Need a nice chain layin on this thousand $ shirt

Evisu cover the rectum, i kick game just like David Beckham

Anybody in my way i wet them

Ima be this way until the cops come catch em

To detective sketch em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections

Till i got taught a lesson

Couple niggaz gone couple wink corrections

And Marie got 10, Tie got 15 nigga even my kin

Got 5 years bringin 19 in, i just think i used to think like them

Now they gotta live through the pictures that i send em in the pen

Hope you dont start yah life where i end



WAKE UP [x15]



[Chorus x1]



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