Missy Elliot Feat. Ludacris - Gossip Folks - Various Artists

Yo, yo yo move out of the way

We got Missy Elliott coming through

Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight

Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day

Oh, well I heard the b**ch was married to Tim

And started f**king with Trina

I heard the b**ch got hit with three zebras and a monkey

I can't stand the b**ch no way

When I walk up in the piece

I ain't gotta even speak

I'm a bad mamajama goddammit

Motherf**ker you ain't gotta like me

How you studying these hoes

Need to talk what you know

And stop talking 'bout who I'm sticking

And licking jus' mad it ain't yours

I know y'all poor y'all broke

Y'all job jus' hanging up clothes

Step to me get burnt like toast

Muthaf**kas adios amigos

Halves, halves, wholes, wholes

I don't brag, I mostly boast

From the VA to the LA coast

Iffy kiffy izzy oh

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza

It's always like

It's all kizza

It's always like

Na zound, wa zee

Wa zoom zoom zee

When I pull up in my whip

B**ches wanna talk sh*t

I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling

In these muthaf**kas eyes did you see it?

I'm gripping these curbs

Skuur, did ya heard

I love 'em, my fellas, my furs

I fly like a bird

Chicken heads on the prowl

Who you trying f**k now

Naw you ain't getting loud

Better calm down for I smack your a** down

I need my drums bass high

Has to be my snare strings horns and

I need my Tim sound right, left

Izzy kizzy looky here

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza

It's always like

It's all kizza

It's always like

Na zound, wa zee

Wa zoom zoom zee

I don't go out my house shorty

You just waiting to see

Who gon' roll up in the club

And then report that next week

Just wanna see who I am f**king boy

Sniffing some coke

I know by the time I finish this line

I'm a hear this on the radio

Once upon a time in College Park

Where they live life fast and they scared of dark

There was a little ni**a by the name of Cris

Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a sh*t

Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands

So he went about his business and devised a plan

Made a CD and then he hit the block

50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop

Hold the phone, three years later

Steeped out the swamp with ten and a half gators

All around the world on the microphone

Leaving the booth smelling like Barberry cologne

Still riding chrome

Got b**ches in the kitchen

Never home alone and he's on the grind

Please let me know if he's on your mind

And respect you'll give me

Ludacris, I live loud just like Timmy

F**k, have to clear these rumors

I got a headache and it's not a tumors

Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight

Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight

Hard to the core, core to the right

Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza

It's always like

It's all kizza

It's always like

Na zound, wa zee

Wa zoom zoom zee

Musi ques

I sews on bews

I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee