Ludacris - Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix) lyrics

[Missy] When I rock up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama goddammit y'all people 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 Y'all job just hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Y'all s**ers adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy kizzy izzy oh 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**ing boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee [Missy] When I pull up in my whip Y'all be like who that is I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm sliding Y'all keep talking bout there she is I'm gripping these curbs Skurr, did ya heard I love em, my feathers, my furs, ah I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trying f** now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your a** down I need my drum ba** 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 f**ing boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see 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 [Ludacris] 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 n***a by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a sh** Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands 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, 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 b**hes 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 Uh, had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head s**ed tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight I'm hard to the core, core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton 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**ing boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio 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**ing boy, sniffing some yo I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio