Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris) (Hyped Up radio) lyrics

[People in background chatting] 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 b**h was married to Tim and started f**ing with Trina I heard the b**h got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the b**h no way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherf**ers 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 jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up coats Step to me get burnt like toast Motherf**ers adios amigos Half half pose pose I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip b**hes wanna talk sh** I be drivin I'm glad and I'm stylin These motherf**ers ask did ya see it I'm gripping these curves Skerrrt, did ya heard I lovas my feathers, my furs Ahh I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who ya tryin'a f** now? Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack ya a** down I need my drums ba** high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound Right, left Izzy kizzy looky here [Chorus] [Missy] Ahhhhhhh s**a MC know I'm stupid fresh Get 10 percent dis knock the hair off ya chest Couple bottles of hypnotic just to wet down my tongue And say wip wip wack what cha playin me huh? [Eve] Me and Missy ballin up the avenue Funky fresh dress to impress we mackin dues Music bizz only reason I ain't jackin fools You know bullsh** walkin, stackin rules [Missy] People keep brawlin the streets is callin Drink till im nice and ah ah ah on an [Eve] Im bad luck ya'll made cause ya'll s** Please do not try to f** with this young buck [Missy] Please don't make us tell you how much you s** Sissy (funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party) [Ludacris] 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 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 Three years later Stepped out the swamp With ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave 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 get my head s**ed right Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Hard to the core Core to the right You drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton [Chorus] [People in the background chatting] Yo, straight up Missy k**ed that sh** 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 [Missy] Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan 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!