Missy Elliott - Let Me Fix My Weave lyrics

What's up motherf**ers? I need to know is V-A up in this b**h? New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, LA, Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids Holla at ya peoples Oh! C'mon Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I met a guy named Tommy Very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to f** and be his baby mommy You really don't know me So I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic zirconia I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID." Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui You want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee) Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oohwee) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I used to date a guy named Chris Sloppy with his kiss But he was good with his tongue I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong I had him souped like won-ton I put the beat on And on my a** he skeet on I put the heat on young gun Fresh meat he season Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James And with a mask he's Superfreak I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy 'cause your child support money don't fix my weave and you know n***a please me no f** for free." Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I got a call from Joe He used to call me J.Lo Hey-lo, how you doing? Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing Sex was good all "ooh-in" Moan he was grown He would f** me 'til the mo'nin' I used to get vex when he would s** another b**h Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich" Jen don't b**h, then Miss don't b**h Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys 'cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave." Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 (woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID To the heavy weave cities Miami, Jersey, D.C., the Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the projects To the beauty salons, and curling irons stitching in that? hair Okay, oohwee yeah fix your weave Straight up like a perm you heard