Lyrical Breakdown of They Don't Wanna Fuck wit Me (feat. Timbaland) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Missy Elliott feat. Timbaland weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "They Don't Wanna Fuck wit Me (feat. Timbaland)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Missy Elliott feat. Timbaland employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Damn, he he he
Timbaland, we 'bout to lace 'em one mo' time
Uh-huh, say what?
He he he he, damn he he
Timbaland, he he, yeah
We 'bout to lace 'em one mo' time
Alright, yeah, ooh
The M-I to the S-S
They put that on my chest
My car's the way that I flex
And people say I'm dope as fuck
They say I'm just too fly
I make 'em wanna get high
They want a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
No way I flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you buy it
Nigga, you can't get smokin' in this hay
Nigga, what you got to say
Iza bah bah zah zay
Iza zah zah zah zay
We ridin' through your hood (hood)
With a dollar dank (dank)
And a S-L-K (what), and a 348, what 9 (uh)
Two bad niggas, from the big VA (bay-ay)
12 blunts a day (what)
Chillin' on the other side of the bay (bay)
Who y'all think y'all is (is)
Tryin' to get with Missy (Missy)
You tryin to dis
You think you can beat us, shit (shit)
We them ill wonda twinz
She's in a Benz
Free them ill creators
Just, I'm a friend, what? (What?)
I come back into my flow
My people just don't know
They hate the way that I hee
They hate the way that I hee-haw
'Cause I got too much dough
You know my steelo
So what you come here for
See, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get it off your chest
You know who's the best
See, there's no other yes
That can get down like Missy
So hit you off like this
And you be the witness
That I'm a sure gifted
Nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, nigga what, a-heh
Hey, yo Timbaland
Yo, I'ma just (sue)
Dance a little bit
You don't mind if I get my boogie on, do you?
He-he, yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
We don't gotta rhyme through the whole track
The track is bangin' by itself
Know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't want
To fuck with me
They don't want, they don't want
They don't want, they don't want
They don't want
Ooh, ooh, to fuck with me
Wanna fuck with me
They don't want, they don't want, they don't want
Oh, oh, oh, to fuck with me
No, they don't
They don't wanna
They don't want