Slide - Missy Elliott

My twinkies look stinky on the Benz

And don’t I gotta look sweet for my mens

And make 'em think I got a whole bunch of paper

And even date a ball player from the Lakers

Now fake a take and make 'em holler at cha later

Shake em Wake em and tell 'em what to get my ass from Jacob’s

That’s the way a real diva like to floss it

Buy a car no matter what is costs

Of course my Rolls Royces make 'em nauseous

Tell you who the motherfucking boss is

I’m driving, you walking that’s why you talking

See the chrome spinning on the wheels stop jocking

I`mma let you know real nice and slow

I’d be broke as a joke if I had to be a ho

So poor, Missy on the rise like the sun

If you think that I`m done, I ain`t even begun

Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake

Move it all around

Move it all around

Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake

Move it all around

Move it all around

Feel the boombastic in ya back head

15"s putting holes in ya back head

Bbboomp bbboomp bbboomb bbboomb

Don’t it sound so fantastic

My Lamborghini disappear like Houdini

Two-Twenty can’t see me in the bottle like a Genie

Teeny, Weeny, now hate me like you hate to eat your Wheaties

Now here’s a freebie, I`mma let you see me on T. V

Accepting my Emmy or a Grammy in Miami

I hit you with the one, two, whammy

You no tooth granny, with a hole in her panties

And I don’t give a shit if you can’t stand me

Cause I is what I is, and what I am is like my Mammy

And I don’t mean to sound too petty

But they use to call me Fatty until I got with Puff Daddy

Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake

Move it all around

Move it all around

Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake

Move it all around

Move it all around

My rims keep turnin' and turnin'

Tires burnin' through Queens and Mount Vernon

And yes it’s my concern that:

Your chain Platinum or is it really Sterling?

I’m old school I rock a Sherlin

From New Jers heard all the way to Berlin

And that’s for certain

Behind every curtain is a snake bitch lurking and she about to catch a hurtin

Mr. Moes on the beats

And Missy be the beats behind the beats

My record sales don’t jump or do leaps

And while you sleep I’m on the ground as I creep (you should creep)

I got Pumas on my feet

Fresh gear everyday, all week

You know I keep it hot for my peeps

Never cheap underground like the streets

Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake

Move it all around

Move it all around

Slide, Slide, Dip, Dip, Shake

Move it all around

Move it all around