[Verse One:]
    Bitches
  I never wanna hang with bitches
  Since I turn Missy
  Every bitch I meet be booty lickin
  My ass they kissin
  But I feel like they way to picky
  I use to know a guy name Ricky
  Oh really?
  Don't piss me off and
  Son, better let ya'll know you lucky
  Cause if I come out buckin
  The whole world better be duckin
  Cause I roll with Puffy
  No Doubt
  Shit turned out get lucky
  No matter what you still love me
  You whack, you buggin
    [Chorus:]
    Pass da blunts on the left hand side
  Pass da blunts on the left hand side
  We got the beats
  You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump
  We got the beats
  You got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum
  Pass da blunts on the left hand side
  Pass da blunts on the left hand side
  I got the rhymes
  I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump
  I got the rhymes
  I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum
    [Verse Two:]
    Niggas
  I always keep a good nigga
  I get him for his figures
  I A-K-A gold digga
  See me with him
  In a jewelry store
  Buyin glitta
  Should I not or should I?
  I'm a get em, I'm a get em
  Bitches
  They mad cause I be flossin
  Yeah this pussy costin
  Tired and we tossin
  You know I'm rockin
  Cause there will be no stoppin
  All that shit you poppin
  What that shit you talkin
    [Chorus]
    [Timbabland talking:]
    Welcome y'all
  To Timbaland and Missy hit factory
  A lot of people try and sneak in
  And get the ingredients
  But I am da man behind the ingredients
  So please come to me with the recipe baby
    [Verse Three:]
    You see me on the videos
  And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
  Mic check 1-2-1-2
  Here I go
  My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so
  You see me on the videos
  And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
  Mic check 1-2-1-2
  Here I go
  My style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so