Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris)

Yo, yo, move out of the way, we got Missy Elliott coming through

Girl, that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight

I heard she eat one cracker a day

Oh, hear what I heard, the bitch was married to Tim, and started fuckin' with Trina

Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey

I can't stand the bitch no way (Oh, oh)

When I walk up in the piece

I ain't gotta even speak

I'm a bad mamajama, God damn it motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me

How you studyin' these hoes

Need to talk what you know

And stop talking 'bout who I'm stickin' and lickin', just mad it ain't yours

I know ya'll poor, ya'll broke

Ya'll job just hangin' up clothes

Step to me, get burnt like toast

Mothafuckas, adios amigos

Halves, halves, wholes, wholes

I don't brag, I mostly boast

From the VA to the LA coast

Iffy kiffy lizzy goh

Millze killzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch

Hilzzoo?

My gizzirl

Brillzing her izzin

Izzo kizzay

Izzall rizzight

Izzo kizzay

Izzall rizzight, nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee

When I pull up in my whip

Bitches wanna talk shit

I'm drivin', I'm glidin', I'm stylin'

These mothafuckas ask, "Did you see it?"

I'm grippin' these curbs

Skrrt, did ya heard?

I love 'em, my feathers, my furs (Ah)

I'm fly like a bird

Chicken heads on the prowl

Who you tryna **** now

Nah, you ain't gettin' loud

Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down

I need my drums, bass, high hats

I need my snare, strings, horns, yes

I need my Tim sound, right, left

Izzy kizzy, looky here

Millze killzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch

Hilzzoo?

My gizzirl

Brillzing her izzin

Izzo kizzay

Izzall rizzight

Izzo kizzay

Izzall rizzight, nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee

I don't go out my house, Shorty

You just waitin' to see

Who I'm gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week

Just wanna see who I am **** boy

Sniffin' some coke

I know by the time I finish this line, I'ma hear this on the radio

Yeah, uh huh, okay

Once upon a time in College Park

Where they live life fast and they scared of dark

There was a little **** by the name of Chris

Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit

Knowin' he could rap, no one lift a hand

So he went about his business and devised a plan

Made a CD, then he hit the block

50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop

Hold the phone (Uh)

Three years later

Stepped out the swamp with ten and a half gators

Now all around the world on the microphone

Leavin' the booth smellin' like Burberry cologne

Still ridin' chrome

Got bitches 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 like Timmy

Have to clear these rumors

I got a headache and it's not a tumor

Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight

Sprayed, so I never let the bed bugs bite

Hard to the core, core to the rotten

Drop down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton (Yah)

Millze killzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch

Hilzzoo?

My gizzirl

Brillzing her izzin

Izzo kizzay

Izzall rizzight

Izzo kizzay

Izzall rizzight, nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee

Yo, straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight for real

I know I know, I don't really care about her bein' pregnant by Michael Jackson (No shit)

You know what we should do?

We should go get her album when it come out

There she go, there she go, there she

Hi Missy

Hi Missy?

What's up fools?

You think I ain't know ya'll broke Milli Vanilli, J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over here gossipin' 'bout me?

Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut off

You soggy breasts, cow stomachs

You take those baby GAP shirts off, too

You just mad 'cause Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party

Yo, by the way, go get my album

Damn

Millze killzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch

Hilzzoo?

My gizzirl

Brillzing her izzin