Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks Feat. Ludacris lyrics

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**er 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 y'all poor y'all broke Y'all job jus' hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Muthaf**as adios amigos Halves, halves, wholes, wholes 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 It's all kizza It's always like It's all kizza It's always like Na zound, wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee When I pull up in my whip b**hes wanna talk sh** I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling In these muthaf**as eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs Skuur, did ya heard I love 'em, my fellas, my furs 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 drums ba** high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need my Tim sound right, left Izzy kizzy looky here Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee It's all kizza It's always like It's all kizza It's always like Na zound, wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee 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 coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio 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 and then he hit the block 50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Steeped out the swamp with ten and a half gators All around the world on the microphone Leaving the booth smelling like Barberry 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 just like Timmy f**, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumors Get up on my lap and get my head s**ed tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core, core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton Musi ques I sews on bews I pues a twos on que zat Pue zoo My kizzer Pous zigga ay zee It's all kizza It's always like It's all kizza It's always like Na zound, wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee Yo, straight up Missy k**ed that sh** tonight for real I know I know, I don't really care about her Being pregnant 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 Hey Missy Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin' y'all 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 pay less ran out of plastic pumps For the after party Yo, by the 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