Gossip Folks

[Intro: 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 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 [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] 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 stuntin' 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 y'all poor, y'all broke Y'all job just hanging up clothes Step to me, get burnt like toast Motherfuckers, adios, amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag, I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh\ [Chorus] 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! [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving, I'm glad and I'm styling And these motherfuckers ask, "Did you see it?" I'm gripping these curbs SKRRT! Did ya heard? I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, ahh! I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryna fuck now? Now you ain't getting loud Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down I need my drums, bass high Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzo kizzay, looky here [Chorus] 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! [Bridge: Missy] 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'ma hear this on the radio [Verse 3: 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 nigga by the name of Chris Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit Knowing he could rap, no one lifted 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 in 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 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 like Timmay 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 bedbugs bite Hard to the core, core to the rotten Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton Yahh! [Chorus] 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! [People in the background chatting] Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her being 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 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 outa plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! [Chorus/Outro] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin!--(Echos)