Текст песни Missy Elliott f Jay-Z - Wake Up
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[Intro - Missy Elliott] {*w/ echoes*}Hey yo Hov.. tell emHip-Hop better wake up[Jay-Z]Yeah! Turn the muh`fucking music up!Breezy! Yeah! Turn the muh`fucking music up![Verse 1 - Missy Elliott]Motherfuckers better wake upStop selling crack to the blacksHope ya brought a spare for ya flatCain has sent me talking real factsDown the hill like Jill and JackGot speak what yo weak mind lacksYa heard that? I`m creative to the fullest"Whachu talking bout Willis?"Cause you talk it never kill itI hear but don`t feel itThou ain`t realest, ya just sweet meat in the villageYeah I`m a Don Diva Don NivaY`all not seen her, heater squeezed into a wife beaterYep I`m a top leader, I got the Martin Luther King feverI`m a feed ya whacha teacha` need to preach yaIt`s time to get serious, black people all areasWho gon carry us? It ain`t time to bury usCause music be our first love, say `I Do` let`s cherish it[Chorus - Missy Elliott]If you don`t got a gun (it`s all right)It you makin legal money (it`s all right)If you got to keep your clothes on (it`s all right)You ain`t got a cellular phone (it`s all right)And your wheels don`t spin (it`s all right)And you gotta wear them jeans again (it`s all right)Yeah, if you tried oh well (it`s all right)Emcees stop the beef, let`s sell (it`s all right)[Verse 2 - Missy Elliott]Hip-Hop better wake up, the bed to make upsSome of y`all be faker than the dragon make upGot issues to take up, before we break upLike Electra let go, Missy need a bakerI love Jacob, but jewelry won`t fix my place upGotta stay up, studio nights to cake upNow check my flavor, rich folks is now my neighborsI got cable, now check out how I made my paperHip-Hop don`t stop, be my LifesaverLike Kobe and Shaq if they left LakersI`m like an elevator DJ on the crossfaderBlack people wake up I`ll see your ass later[Chorus][Verse 3 - Jay-Z] + (Missy)I need rims that don`t listen and a booming systemFirst piece of change I see, I`m gon get one7:45 - no lights to driveI ain`t even got a home, I guess I`ll live in my rideFuck it!... ("rewind" - *echoes*)"I can hear myself, but I can`t feel myselfI`m wanna feel myself like Tweet"7:45 - no lights to driveI ain`t even got a home, I guess I`ll live in my rideFuck it, couple karats in the ear won`t hurtNeed a nice chain, laying on this thousand dollar shirtIvizu Jeans cover the rectum, my kick game just like David BeckhamAnybody in my way, I wet themI`ma be this way till the cops come catch `emTill detectives sketch emOn the sidewalk wit chalk, New York`s infectionsTill I got taught a lessonCouple niggas gone, couple went Corrections, Hillary got tenTill I got fifteen, nigga even my kinGot five years bringin nineteen inBut just think I used to think like themNow they gotta live through the pictures that I send them in the penHope you don`t start ya life where I end...WAKE UP![*"Wake Up" - repeated to chorus*][Chorus]