Meshell Ndegeocello feat. Redman, Tweet, Missy Elliott & RockWilder -
Cookie: The Anthropological Mixtape (PA Version)
Pocketbook - Rockwilder and Missy Elliot Remix
Yo doctor (hoohoohoohoo), hop out the cadillac
I'm so focused, smoke help my cataracs
Mind on my money, no money on my mind
And I'm looking for Me'shell, and a honey on the grind
Love is packed, I got my honey on the line
So I close my phone, honey know me when I'm lyin'
Cos I be tryin' to get my drink on
Find two freaks tell 'em drink cos Keith home
Murray, block to block we playin' dirty
My? handle good, I shut the game early (ya head me)
Take two women to the telly
Let the animal out, ring 'em like Barnham Baily (*elephant*)
You can't smell me then I'm guerilla
And I ain't goin' nowhere like Puff and Ben Stiller
It's killer, keep a (uh) on the waistline
Me'shell, drop it when I yell (baseline!)
(Tweet)
Yeah, she like to have money in her
pocketbook, uh (that's alright), and that's alright
Got a lot of sense running through ya
bones (that's alright), and that's alright
(Tweet)
Your mama gotta be fine,
you probably breastfed cos you look real healthy
With your tinted pretty eyes, put on? bon sit
With that swerve in ya hip, order,
can I get a drink, uh uh, yes you can
Pull the bar from ya purse,
tip start singing my shit with the chorus first (ooh, yeah)
I'm so focused, smoke help my cataracs
Mind on my money, no money on my mind
And I'm looking for Me'shell, and a honey on the grind
Love is packed, I got my honey on the line
So I close my phone, honey know me when I'm lyin'
Cos I be tryin' to get my drink on
Find two freaks tell 'em drink cos Keith home
Murray, block to block we playin' dirty
My? handle good, I shut the game early (ya head me)
Take two women to the telly
Let the animal out, ring 'em like Barnham Baily (*elephant*)
You can't smell me then I'm guerilla
And I ain't goin' nowhere like Puff and Ben Stiller
It's killer, keep a (uh) on the waistline
Me'shell, drop it when I yell (baseline!)
(Tweet)
Yeah, she like to have money in her
pocketbook, uh (that's alright), and that's alright
Got a lot of sense running through ya
bones (that's alright), and that's alright
(Tweet)
Your mama gotta be fine,
you probably breastfed cos you look real healthy
With your tinted pretty eyes, put on? bon sit
With that swerve in ya hip, order,
can I get a drink, uh uh, yes you can
Pull the bar from ya purse,
tip start singing my shit with the chorus first (ooh, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, James David Washington, Christopher Brian Bridges, Candice Clotiel Nelson, Hannon T. Lane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.