Vadim Chislov - Joy lyrics

ALBUM INTRO SKIT: "Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah. Hey! Hello? Who is it??" "BOY SCOUTS!" "Oh no! Don't you know not to ever disturb a woman when she's cooking her favorite recipe?!" "Hey lady, look. This a jack move!" "Fried chicken, pork chops, chitlins, collard greens... What's wrong with you, eh? I have to get back to the kitchen. My cabbage is burning." "Yeah, I want the cabbage and your collard greens. All of it. Right now." "Besides, you're making me miss my favorite episode Fear Factor! I wonder if the ribs are done. You boys want to know chef's favorite recipe for musicals?" "I don't wanna know no chef recipe?! Go 'head. Get the pump! Gon' and get the pump." "Well I tell you. You take a half a teaspoon of Mary J. and Ciara with a dash of Slick Rick." "Yeah, yeah, he gon' come back with the burner. Yeah, I'mma stick-- Yeah... Okay. Well, you play. Play!" "I'm back. Oh I'm back!" "Now what now!" "It's easy as 1-2-3 play. Next, you mix [?] Qu'ran in a Bangladesh style bowl to make some Nissan Stewart. Mix some Campbell's soup..." "And then???" "... [?] style myself personally. Add a pinch of Fantasia..." "And THEN???" "...and a Grand sized Puba. You sprinkle one Scoop Fatman throughout to add flavor and a dab of Soul Diggaz. Then you throw a tablespoon of Timbaland and half a Neptune smothered in hot Scott Storch dressing." "We gon' smother you in some hot sauce. Whatever you said." "...and you serve with a side order of Mike Jones." "Mike Jones?" "Who?" "Mike Jones!" "It's best served with a cold [?] brew, whichever you prefer. And there you have it kiddies. This is my perfect recipe for a delicious meal. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyy!" SONG: [Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [Speak'n'Spell] {*vowel sounds*} [Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh - so sick! [Elliott] Joyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh [Speak'n'Spell] {*vowel sounds*} [Missy] Timbo, what they do They try to be like Missy but they have no clue On how I'm spittin over beats the way I move I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose They try to stop a chubby chick from comin through My belly out and sellin out these venues My sk**s, will fulfill, those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake I take on you and your dudes I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools (HOLLA!) Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news And if you snooze on me this year your a** will lose Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like ooh When I come out, get your release dates moved [Hook: Missy] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin [Scratched] This year y'all gon' all lose sleep This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (BIG SHOUT OUT TO TIMBALAND) This year you hear a real MC, when I [Slowed up] break break b-b-break break break... [Missy] I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow And those who try to compete to the wall I throw So I drop it low, 808 kick low Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Mr. Mos', this beat he compose While I k** the track, leave your ears decomposed Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show-ow-ow Spit on breakbeats, make rappers lose sleep Make labels unable drop they artists on leak I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow-ow-ow [Slowed] I'm slowin, the track down, so you don't miss the sh** That Misdemeanor talkin like that chronic get you super high [Hook: Missy] + (Mike Jones) This year y'all gon' all lose sleep I break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin This year you hear a real MC [Scratch] Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh This year y'all gon' all lose sleep, when I (MIKE JONES! WHO?) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin (MIKE JONES! WHO? MIKE JONES!) This year you hear a real MC (GEYEAH!) Break 'em off somethin, break 'em off somethin [Mike Jones] See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat Wherever you talkin noise is where you gon' lay at I'm supa dupa fly like Missy Missy Before the fame majors used to diss me But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop Before my deal came my shows was sold out House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real I'm who, Mike Jones, WHO? Mike Jones WHO? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned 2-8-1, 3-3-oh, 8-zero-zero-fo' That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low I got [Missy] Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' sh** up in a size 6 ladies Be proud of yo' big-a** feet We came to party up in this b**h