Missy Elliott, Ludacris - Gossip Folks 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
I heard she eat one cracker a day
Girl, well I heard the bitch was married
To Tim' and started fuckin' with Trina
I heard the bitch got hit by
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 stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk, what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who
I'm stickin' and lickin'
Just mad it ain't yours
I know y'all poor, y'all broke
Y'all job just hangin' up clothes
Step to me, get burnt like toast
Motherfuckers, adios, amigos
Hop, hop, pose, pose
I don't brag, I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh

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 drivin', I'm glidin', I'm stylin'
And these motherfuckers ask
"Did you see it?" i'm grippin' 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 now?
Now you ain't gettin' loud
Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down
I need my drums, bass, high hat
Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes
I need my Tim' sound, right, left
Izzo kizzay, looky here

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

I don't go out my house, shorty
You just waitin' to see
Who I’m gon' roll up in the club
With then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am
Boy sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
I'ma 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 Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit
Knowin' 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
Fifty 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 smellin'
Like Burberry cologne still ridin' 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 (Uh)
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 tucked 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!

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

Yo, straight up Missy killed that
Shit 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 come out
There she go, there she go, there she
Hi Missy hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I ain't knowin y'all broke
Milli Vanilli jJ fad wannabes ain't over
Here gossipin' 'bout me?
Yo, how bout you buff these
Pumas for twenty 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 'cause Payless ran outa
Plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album damn

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay
Dilzzouble dilzutch hilzzoo?
My gizzirl brillzing her izzin