Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris)

Yo, yo, yo move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, there is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight
Yeah, I heard she eats 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 with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way (ooh, ooh)

When I walk up in the piece (ah)
I ain't gotta even speak (ah)
I'm a bad mamajama, goddammit
Motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me (ah)

How you stuntin' these hoes? (Ah)
Need to talk, what you know? (Ah)
And stop talking 'bout who I'm stickin'
And lickin', just mad it ain't yours (ah)

I know ya'll poor, ya'll broke (oh)
Ya'll job just hanging up clothes (oh)
Step to me, get burnt like toast (oh)
Muthafuckas, adios, amigos (oh)

Hop, hop, pose, pose (ah)
I don't brag I mostly boast (ah)
From the VA to the LA coast (ah)
Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh (ah)

Millze cillzan 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 (ah)
Bitches wanna talk shit (ah)
I'm drivin', I'm glad, and I'm stylin'
In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? (Ooh)

I'm grippin' these curbs (ah)
Skrrt, did ya heard? (Ah)
I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, ah
I fly like a bird (ah)

Chicken heads on the prowl (prowl)
Who you tryna fuck now? (Now)
Nah, you ain't gettin' loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down (uh-huh)

I need my drums, bass, high-hat
Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes
I need my Tim', sound, right, left
Izzy kizzy, looky here

Millze cillzan 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 sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'ma hear this on the radio (uh-huh)

Okay, once upon a time in College Park (hoo)
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark (hoo)
There was a little nigga by the name of Chris (hoo)
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (yeah)

Knowin' he could rap, no one lifted hands (hoo)
So he went about his business and devised a plan (hoo)
Made a CD, then he hit the block (hoo)
50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop (hoo)

Hold the phone, uh, three years later (hoo)
Stepped out the swamp in ten-and-a-half gators (hoo)
Now all around the world on the microphone (hoo)
He leave the booth smellin' like Burberry cologne (cologne)

Still ridin' chrome (hoo)
Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone (hoo)
And he's on the grind (hoo)
Please let me know if he's on your mind (hoo)

And respect, you'll give me (hoo)
Ludacris, I live loud, just like Timmy (uh)
Had to clear these rumors (hoo)
I got a headache and it's not a tumor (hoo)

Get up on my lap, keep my head tucked tight (ah)
Sprayed, so I never let the bedbugs bite (bite)
Hard to the core, core to the rotten (ah)
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton, (ah) yah, yah, yah

Millze cillzan 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 being pregnant by Michael Jackson (no shit)
You know what we should do? We should go get her album when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she, "Hi, Missy" (Hi, Missy?)

What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin' y'all broke, Milli Vanilli
J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over here gossipin' 'bout me?
Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off

Yo' soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them 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 cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
(Hilzzoo?) My gizzirl (brillzing her izzin)