[Intro: Ms Jade]
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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[Verse 1: Ms Jade]
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You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truck
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Givin' me dough for air maxes and new traxes
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It was cool when you let me breathe
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After we finished layin' up, you won't let me leave
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Damn I'ma adult now, mammi packed up the belts now
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You all dumb high off the lie, playin' yourself now
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Fuckin' up my groove, watch my every move
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Try and get me caught up, makin' up lies that ain't true
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I can't take this dumb shit, you startin' to irk me
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Layin' all them rules down like you birth me
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Shit you the worst B, all try lock me
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Even got both my next door neighbours watchin' me
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You gotta problem, somethin' that I can't solve wit ya
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I'm at the point were we split I will not miss ya
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I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child
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Trees gettin' to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain't my style
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[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
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You really don't want my love
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All you do is smoke up them trees
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me
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You really don't want my love
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All you do is smoke up them trees
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me
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[Verse 2: Ms Jade]
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I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detective
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Try to look at it from your perspective, but I can't
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You wanna know where I'm goin', who I'm seein'
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And who I'm meetin', what I'm eatin', what I'm doin'
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Who I'm screwing, not you cuz I can't stand how you tryin' to run me
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High all day, plus you don't really even love me
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Cuz if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in your brain
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That I ain't no kid, and that no man gon' tell me how to breathe
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Right disease type, smoke cloudin' up your mind sight
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Think it's time you try again and get your little dust off
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Bust off, now it's time to take the fuckin' cuffs off
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Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homies
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But do me a favour, when you sober don't call me
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I'm finished wit ya, I hope and pray that you ain't bitter
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Used to have the goods, nowadays you don't deliver
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Missy Elliot]
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You think you got me on lock, cuz when my friends call I don't go
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But this shit here's gotta stop, you be actin' like I'm on parole
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Oh why you trippin', why you trippin', cuz I can't take this too long
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Oh do you call this big pimpin', oh... this is what you call big pimpin'
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Ms Jade & Missy Elliott]
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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You really don't want my love
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All you do is smoke up them trees
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me
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You really don't want my love
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All you do is smoke up them trees
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Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
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Why you wanna put a little hold on me
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Really Don't Want My Love
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Ms. Jade |