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Lick Shots
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R&B/Soul
Lick Shots was released on May 15, 2001 by Atlantic Records/ATG as a part of the album Miss E... So Addictive
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Co-Producer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Steve Penny
Steve Penny
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Grayson Sumby
Grayson Sumby
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jesse Gorman
Jesse Gorman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, ayo, Timbaland
See, what they don't understand is we about to flip our whole style on 'em
For two-double-zero-one (One)
Hey
And for those of you who hated
Hey
You only made us more creative
Misdemeanor, uh
[Verse 1]
You don't wanna speak my name
Mess around, get that ass blown away
Brrah, fool, go on away
I ain't never like your tail anyway
Missy got somethin' to say
I ride down the block in an Escalade
Bling-bling all in your face
I think you might need to put on your shades
Rah, I know you feel me though
You hatin' on me, but you hear me though
Twenty inch rims sittin' crazy low
Ah, I'm a crazy hoe
I'ma keep the party live
Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
Keep your hands in the sky
Wave 'em 'round like you're crazy high
[Chorus]
Huh, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'?
Blaow, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'? Blaow
[Verse 2]
You don't know who I be
Your mammy tell you not to fuck wit' me
If I give you head, you'll never leave
Rah, stop sweatin' me
Flip it on the blackhand side
Looka here, boy, don't you even try it
Make me dislocate your spine
My rings fix your shine like turpentine
What you comin' 'round here now fo'?
Baby, hell no, you just want my dough
Get ya black ass on the flo'
Fool, touch me, that's a no-no
Rah, Mr. DJ, won't you play that song?
Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
Hey, boys, won't you sing along?
'Cause we gon' rock the party 'til the early morn'
[Chorus]
Huh, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'?
Blaow, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'? Blaow
[Verse 3]
Y'all don't hear me (Hot)
You got your guns but you don't scare me (Ooh)
Originality is leary (Uh)
My own style and I ain't sharin'
Back up, back up, easy now
Hey, y'all (Hot)
Let's turn it up and tear the club down (Uh)
Grab your drinks and give me two rounds
I'll break you off, I'm goin' down, down
Watch yourself, I'm about to turn it up
[Chorus]
Huh, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'?
Blaow, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'? Blaow
[PreChorus]
Listen
Listen
[Chorus]
Huh, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'?
Blaow, time to lick shots
Time to see you dance
Hey, you, why you frontin'? Blaow
Written by: Missy Elliott, Timbaland
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