Lyrics

[Intro: Grand Puba, Missy Elliott] Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba (Ho-ho-ho-hold up) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Y'all don't really know who I am, goddamn I'm like grease in the frying pan, 'cause I am Bacon, eggs, toast, butter Smooth, sexy lover, more fresh than others (Aah!) Go ask your brother, if y'all don't believe I control the industry, 'cause Missy in the lead Uhh, I'm talkin to you, man With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan (Whoo!) When I was young, my Pops'd throw rocks Always shit talk to my Moms and call the cops Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown Sick of Daddy mouth 'til six in the morn' On and on and on, 'til the record scratch And if I made a few scraps, I would never come back (Yes!) Take Moms with me and a few ADATs And make a song about that and tell Pops he's a rat (Yes!) Okay! (Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up) [Hook: Missy Elliott] Y'all don't really know my life Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (Yes!) Y'all don't really know my fears And how many years to get here, but I'm ready to rumble (Come on) (Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up) Y'all don't really know my life Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (Yes!) Y'all don't really know my fears And how many years to get here, but I'm ready to rumble (Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up) [Verse 2: Grand Puba, Missy Elliott] Yeah, I be that throwback cat (Uh-huh), I throw back 'gnac (Uh-huh) I spit hot raps (Uh), then I check my traps (Whoa) Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk (Uh-huh) Ram up in somethin' like that nigga Marshall Faulk I'm a low-key nigga (Whoo), a O.G. nigga (Whoo) Entertain my guests in 'The Basement' like Tigger (Hold it) Grand Puba and the name ring bells And if it ain't about paper, I don't waste my cells So the new school, new school, need to learn, yo (Uh-huh) I burn, baby, burn like a Hunts Pointe ho Yo, yo, Puba, hold up Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit Maryyyy! [Verse 3: Mary J. Blige, Missy Elliott, Both] I'm Mary J. Blige – for a fact, I don't rap (Whoo!) I'm known around the map to always make a comeback (Uh-huh) I went through some struggles, fightin' with my ex-lovers (Huh!) Stayed in lots of trouble, but since then I had recovered I had to pay them bills (Come on!), the places I lived (Uh-huh) Messin' with them cats that said, "To get, I had to give" I had to tell them "Back up" 'Cause I was quick to smack 'em up (Uh-huh) I didn't give a WHAT – Mary J. would act up (Woo) [Hook 2: Missy Elliott, Mary J. Blige] Y'all don't really know my struggles I had two or three jobs I had to juggle And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered Strugglin' from the break-ups with my lover Y'all don't know the half, don't know the half I'm better off now, that was in the past, yeah (Come on) I had to take the good stuff with the bad Now I'm thankful for the little things that I have [Outro: Mary J. Blige, Grand Puba] I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap Grand Puba, and the name ring bells I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap Grand Puba, and the name ring bells