|   Gossip Folks ( Missy Elliott ) 
 Gossip Folks 
 Yo, yo, move out the way we got Missy Elliott commin' through
 Girl that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight,
 I heard she eat one cracker a day!
 Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim,
 and started ****in' with Trina
 Well 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 peace
 I ain't gotta even speak
 Im a bad mamma jamma god damnit mutha****a
 You aint gotta like me
 I aint sweatin these hoes
 Need to talk, what ya know
 Stop talking bout who
 Im stickin im lickin
 You just mad it aint yours
 I know yall poor
 Yall broke
 Yall jobs just hangin up coats
 Step to me get burnt like toast
 Mutha****a adios amigos
 ah ha, pose pose
 I don't brag I mostly boast
 From the VA to the LA coast
 Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go
 
 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
 Bitches wanna talk shit
 Im drivin im blinding them upside these mutha****as ass
 "Did you see it?"
 Im drippin these curves
 Skuurrt
 Did ya heard?
 my lova's, my fellas my furs
 Ah I fly like a bird
 Chickenheads on the prowl
 Who you tryda **** now
 know you aint getting loud
 Better calm down before I smack ya ass down
 I need my drum bass high
 Has to be my snare strings horn
 Yes I need my Tim sound
 Right left
 Izzy Kizzy look at him
 
 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
 
 Now I don't go out my house shorty you just waitin to see
 Who im roll up in the club with and report that next week
 Just wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some coke
 I know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio
 
 (Ludacris)
 Once upon a time in Kyla park
 Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
 There was a little nigga by the name of 'cris
 Nobody paid him any mind
 No one gave a shit
 Knowing he could rap
 No one lend a hand
 So he went about his business
 And devised the plan
 Made a CD then he hit the block
 Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
 Hold the phone, three years later
 Steped out the swamp with ten and a half gators
 Now all around the world on the microphone
 He leaves the booth smellin like Burberry cologne
 Still ride the chrome
 Got bitches in the kitchen
 Never home alone
 And hes on the grind
 Please let me know if hes on your mind
 And respect youll gimmie
 Ludacris, I live loud like timmy
 Had to clear these rumors
 I got a headache and its not a tumor
 Get up on my lap get my head tucked tight
 Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite
 Im hard to the core
 Core to the right
 You drop down turn around pick up hella clip (yaa)
 yahh
 
 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
 
 Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight fo' real
 I know I don't really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal Jackson
 You know what we should do?
 We should go get her album when it come out, what she gon do she gon do, shh
 Hi Missy
 Hi Missy
 Wusup fools!
 You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint
 over here gossipin' bout me?
 Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or your lights wont get cut
 off
 You saggy 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
 
 Musi ques
 I sews on bews
 I pues a twos on que zat
 Pue zoo
 My kizzer
 Pous zigga ay zee...
 
 Missy Elliott
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