U Can't Resist - Missy Elliott, Juvenile, B.G.

Uh, what’s happenin?

What

Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand?

With this hot girl, Missy

Fuckin with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig?

If it don’t make dollars, it don’t make sense

Do yo' thing girl

Y’all don’t wanna gimme my props?

I’mma have to lick two shots on my glock

Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop

Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop

Well I won’t stop 'till I get up to the top

Gotta blow any other state off the block

And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock’s

You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props

Say you sick of my clique and my shit

'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks

Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks

Make the whole industry wanna go and bit

I say you sit, we sit, I sit

While I go shit on a mix like this

Say you spit, I spit, we spit

But you can’t fuck with a nigga like this