Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Missy Elliot - U can't resist ------------------------------------------ [Baby] Uh, whatīs 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 donīt make dollars, it donīt make sense Do yoī thing girl [Missy] Yīall donīt wanna gimme my props? Iīmma have to lick two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy ītill he drop Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop Well I wonīt stop ītill I get up to the top Gotta blow any other state off the block And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pockīs You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit īCause 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 canīt fuck with a nigga like this Check me out [1] - Hatinī on us but ya canīt resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonī talk shit īcause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatinī on us but ya canīt resist If you come hard, better come legit We gonī talk shit īcause we confident We gonī show you so you best believe it [Missy] Yīall donīt wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I donī done? Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit? Letīs talk about the million niggas who bit Itīs only one Timothy from the V. And the whole industry goinī beep-beep Now I gotta go change up my beats So another nigga wonīt duplicate me Yeah I got styles, got shows, videos And my shows, it grows, it grows And I sing, I flow, I blows And I know yīall niggas know When I come swift with the one-two kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, donīt stop, wonīt stop, wonīt quit And I made 1.6 admit, check me out [Repeat 1] [B.G.] Iīm that nigga that tote them AKīs B.G. is what they call me I be in them project hallways Beef with me, you gonī be sorry Me and my niggasīll shut yoī block down We got Kīs so, put them glocks down You scared to come outside Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep Cause I made a millī, it donīt mean I ainīt gonna keep it real with my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my niggaīs, they come off the street Now all of a sudden hoeīs on my dick Cause Iīm on BET and MTV [Juvenile] It ainīt no secret, this nigga be project Getting paid, thatīs whatīs my object Ainīt none of you niggaīs gonī stop this Cause Iīm ībout makinī a profit Iīm all about getting it locked, dog Donīt wanna be on the block, yo Cause bitches be makinī them tye calls While I be makinī drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa haterīs I say, fuck you You needs to worry ībout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile donī hooked up with Missy Bitches gonī hate me, bitches gonī dis me Alota you niggaīs gonī miss me Iīmma be here, you gonī be history [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Missy] If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Oh, ah huh) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gonī show you, so you best believe [Timbaland] What, uh What, what What, what What, what What, what Um hmm, Hot boys Itīs all gravy Missy Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Oh, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that gimme that, gimme that Oh, yeah