Missy Elliott feat. Ludacris Lyrics
"Gossip Folks"

yo yo move out the way
we got missy elliot comin' through
girl that is missy elliot, she lost a lot of weight
i heard she eat one cracker a day
girl, well 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

when i walk up in the peace
i aint gonna even speak
im a bad mamma jamma
god damnit muthafucka
you aint gotta like me
i aint stuttin these hos
need to talk what ya know
stop talkin bout who
im stickin and lickin
you just mad it aint yours
i know yall poor
yall broke
yall jobs just hangin up clothes
step to me get burnt like toast
muthafucka adios amigos
ah ah poes poes
i dont brag i mostly boast
from the VA to da LA coast
izzy kizzy lizzy go

chorus:
musi ques
i sew on bews
i pues a twos on que zat
pue zoo
my kizzer
pous zizzer ay zee
its all kizza
its always like
its all kizza
its always like
na sound
wa zee
wa zoom zoom ze

when i pull up in my whip
bitches wanna talk shit
im drivin im blindin them upside
these muthafuckas ask
did you see it
im drippin these curves
scurred
did you heard
i lovas my fellas my furs
ah i fly like a bird
chickenheads on the prowl
who you try da fuck now
now you aint gettin loud
better clam down
before i smack ya ass down
i need my drum bass high
has to be my snare strings horn
yes i need my tim sound
right left izzy kizzy look at him

chorus

now i dont go out my house shorty
you just waitin to see
who im roll up in the club with
and report that next week
just wanna see who i am *******
or sniffin some coke
i know by the time i finish this line
imma hear this on da radio

(ludacris)
once upon a time in college park
where they lived life fast
and they scared of dark
there was a little nigga by the name of cris
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 hit the block
50 thousand sold 7 dollars a pop
hold the phone three years later
stepped out the swamp
with ten and a half gators
now all around the world
on da microphone
he leaves the booth smellin like
burberry cologne
still ridin the chrome
got bitches in the kitchen
never home alone
and hes on tha grind
please let me know if hes on your mind
and respect youll gimme
ludacris i live loud like timmy
had to clear these rumors
i gotta head ache and its not a tumor
get up on my lap get my head tucked tight
sprayed so i never let the bed bugs bite
im hard to tha core
core to tha rotten
you drop down turn around
pick a bale of cotton (ya)

chorus

yo staright up
missy killed that shit tonight fo real
i know i dont really care
bout her being pregnant by
micheal jackson
you know what we should do
we should go get her album
when it come out
what she goin do what she goin do, shh...
hi missy!
(missy:)
hi missy?!
wassup fools!
you think i aint knowin yall broke milli vanilli jay jay
fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me
yo how bout you buff these pumas for 20 cents or your
lights wont get cut off
you soggy breasts cow stomachs
yo take them baby gap shirts off too
you just mad cause payless ran
out of plastic pumps for
da after party
yo by da way go get my album,
DAMN!

musi ques
i sews on bews
i pues a twos on que zat
pue zoo
my kizzer
pous zigga ay zee