Gossip Folks [Featuring Ludacris] - Missy Elliott

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 bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina

I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey

I can't stand the bitch no way

When I walk up in the piece

I ain't gotta even speak

I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker 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 just mad it ain't yours

I know ya'll poor ya'll broke

Ya'll job just hanging up clothes

Step to me get burnt like toast

Muthafuckas adios amigos

Halves halves wholes wholes

I don't brag I mostly boast

From the VA to the LA coast

Iffy kiffy izzy oh

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

Bitches wanna talk shit

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

In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?

I'm gripping these curbs

Skuur, did ya heard?

I love em, my feathers, my furs

I fly like a bird

Chicken heads on the prowl

Who you trying fuck now

Naw you ain't getting loud

Better calm down for I smack your ass 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

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 fucking boy

Sniffing some coke

I know by the time I finish this line I'm a 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 nigga by the name of Cris

Nobody paid him any mind

No one gave a shit

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

Stepped out the swamp

With ten and a half gators

Now all around the world on the microphone

Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne

Still riding 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 just like Timmy

Fuck, 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

Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real

I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson

You know what we should do

We should go get her album when it comes out

There she go, there she go, there she

Heeeey Misssy

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 gossiping 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

Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too

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

Yo by the way, go get my album

Damn!