Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Missy Elliot - Wake up ------------------------------------------ [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 ain´t got a cellular 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 Jeans 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]