We Run This

Warning:The lyrics below contains swearing and are not suitable for younger audience. We Run This is a song by Missy Elliot from the Full trailer of the upcoming film The Angry Birds Movie 2. only the song is original and the music is the clips. Red and Chuck with Bomb and Jay. which zeta plays the music last time.

Lyrics
My style can't be duplicated or recycled This chick is a sick individual Sicktate, volume two, believe it! Ho! Ho! Let me switch up the game I drink that cognac Step back 'cause I might put it on ya I go deep, so deep 'til you sleep Count sheep, wake you up from f- all week You don't want me have to show ya How a freak bitch act when I ain't sober Whattup, I'm to' up, sho' nuff Ain't scared to take it out, tell the freak to take it off Tipsy and I feel, good Black dudes got big woods Into it, I do it, I did it If you really really want it then nigga stop frontin' Ay boy you know I'm yo' type 5'2" I wear my jeans real tight My curves, they swerve, so superb My word is my word and I came to serve We run this, run this, we run this, run this We run this uh-ohh, ohh! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats East coast, west coast Down south, represent ya coast Yeah we run it, and yeah we run it Y'all don't want it, 'cause my coast run it Uh-ohh, we run this, uhh, we run this Wicked! Wanna pull my hair, break my back For the right money might sit in your 'llac Back to back, and can't even keep track It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped Suck my toes and then the backrub I don't come to do it, I just wanna be touched Look at how y'all makin me blush I'm enough to go around so people don't push Don't push - when I run that tush in the bush Don't my diamonds look real good And they shine so hard, that he glitters So many karats they look like critters And we can do it all night Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe I like to keep a nigga hype I wanna know can you handle my mic We run this, run this, we run this, run this We run this uh-ohh, ohh! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats East coast, west coast Down south, represent ya coast Yeah we run it, and yeah we run it Y'all don't want it, 'cause my coast run it Uh-ohh, we run this shit, uhh, we run this shit Any hustlers in the party y'all - hell yeah If youse a pimp lemme see you party hard - hell yeah Ohh strippers take yo' clothes off - hell yeah Y'all superstars, y'all don't need no bodyguards - hell yeah Nigga I bo-gart A lot of rappers fakin' way too hard Pull up at the club in a rental car Where them freaks at, the freaks at the bar where the hard drinks are Don't, start You don't want beef, don't take it that far with a superstar I got my foot on the clutch, see me bounce my butt Misdemeanor too much and I don't give a fuck We run this, run this, we run this, run this We run this uh-ohh, ohh! It don't matter where you're from it's where you're at And if you came to freek-a-leek better bring ya hats We run this, run this, we run this, run this We run this uh-ohh, ohh! Represent ya coast and act like ya know Know how to act 'fore you step your two feet in the do' Volume two, holla! Wicked! This shit is sick! Big shout out to Mobb Deep G-Unit!