Gossip Folks

Yo, yo, yo, move out the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
(Girl, there 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 fuckin' wit' Trina
(Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey, I can't stand the bitch nowhere)

When I walk-up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mama-jamma', God damn it
Mothafucka', you ain't got it like me
I'm sick o' these hoes
Needa' talk whatcha' know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm stickin' and lickin'
Just mad it ain't yours

I know y'all po', y'all broke
Y'all job just hangin'-up clothes
Step to me, get burnt, like toast
Mothafucka's, adios, amigos
Halves, halves, wholes, wholes
I don't brag, I mostly boast
From the VA to the L.A. Coast
Izzy kizzy, izzy, oh

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)

When I pull-up in my whip, bitches wanna talk shit
I'm drivin', I'm glad 'n I'm stylin'
These mothafuckas' eyes, "Did ya see her?!"
I'm grippin' these curves, is ya scared? Did ya heard?
I love 'em, my fellas, my furs (ah)
I fly like a bird

Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trynna' fuck now?
Nah, ya ain't gettin' loud
Betta' calm down ‘fo' I smack ya ass down
I need my drums, bass, hi-hat
I need my snare, strings, horns
Yes, I need my Tim, South, right, left
Izzy kizzy, lookie here

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)

I don't go out my house
Shorty, you just waitin' to see
Who gon' roll up in the club with very potent, nice weed
Just wanna see who I am fuckin', boy, sniffin' some coke
I know by the time I'm finished 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 o' dark
There was a little nigga by the name of 'Cris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit
Knowin' he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his business 'n 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 leaves the booth smellin' 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 Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache, and it's not a tumor!
Get upon my lap and get my head sucked tight
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, yah!

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)

Yo, straight-up, Missy killed that shit tonight, for real
(I know, I know, I don't even care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson!)
You know what we should do?
(What?)
We should go get her album when it comes out
(There she go, there she go, there she go!) Hi, Missy!

Hi Missy? Wassup, fools?
You think I ain't know y'all broke, Milli Vanilli, Jay Jay Fab wannabes ain’t ova' here gossipin' about me?
Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut-off
Your soggy breasts, cow-stomachs
Yo, take those Baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out o' plastic pumps fo' the afterparty
Yo, by the way, go get my album (damn!)

Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch!
(Whoozoo?)
My kizzur!
(Wilzinga izzat?)
Ay, yo, kizzur!
(It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!)
(It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)