| Song Length | 
												3:40 | 
																								Genre | 
												Rap - Progressive, Rap - Hip Hop | 
																									
																								| Tempo | 
												Medium (111 - 130) | 
																								Lead Vocal | 
												Female Vocal | 
																									
																								| Mood | 
												 Relaxed,  In High Spirits | 
																								Subject | 
												 Judgement,  Dance | 
																									
																								| Similar Artists | 
												Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott | 
																								Language | 
												English | 
																									
																								| Era | 
												2000 and later | 
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																Lyrics
								
									"They Don't Know" 
Written arranged and performed by Shella 
Hook: 2x 
I Know u wanna see how I live// 
What I get, what I give// 
But they don't kno, what I'm bout to do to the game// 
Shella had respect, dude's gotta change// 
Verse 1: 
All this talk goin on, questionin where Shella from// 
They don't know me but what they tellin um// 
I'm from the HI state, some people call it the 50// 
I got a click an they all comin wit me// 
Where ever I go, them people be like Oh No!// 
She from the south side, is it the east coast// 
Tell by the phone that, that aint mine// 
I come from where the time, 4 hrs behind// 
Look at ya call I.D. An see 808// 
The last state, trips, I stayed takin// 
An be headin back to the crib, landin on an island// 
Can't ya see it, I been shinin// 
An whinin to get my way// 
Spoiled to the root, hard headed wit a lot to say// 
An aint never ben afraid of if you try me// 
Tight like I spit lycs that turn waves to tsunami's// 
Hook: 2x 
Yea, I wake up in the mornin, man it's cold// 
A high rise by the beach where the sand is gold// 
By the middle of the day, you'll be tanned an bold// 
I luv the heat cuz I sho can't stand the snow// 
I'm leavin out the crib, watch how my plans unfold// 
Tryna get Hawaii out but the chance is low// 
So wut I'm gonna do, they said expand ya flow// 
I'm tryna do an open mic for a grand or so// 
And u kno how it go, ya gurl Shella on the mic// 
Now I chill in the Chi, where I keeps it tight// 
Like 6 fat people in a hyundai// 
Ridin on a sunday, headin to the state's on a 1 way// 
I'm bout 2 hit up the spot an what they goin say// 
Cuz I ain't got an I.D. An I bet I won't pay// 
People should call me scrabble cuz of my word play// 
I been shoutin out I'm the greatest but u aint heard me// 
Hook: 3x 
--shella