Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks(Ft. Ludacris)

Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks
(Ft. Ludacris)

[People in the 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

[Missy]
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 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 ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh

[Chorus]
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

[Missy]
When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling in these muthafuckas 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 fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drums bass high Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound right, left Izzy kizzy looky here

[Chorus]

[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'm a hear this on the radio

[Ludacris]
Yeah, uh huh, okay 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 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 your boobs 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 just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not from tumors
Get up on my lap and keep my head tucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the core Core to the right
Who taught yall turn around pick a bale of pike

[Chorus]

[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 beign preganant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do
We should go get her alvum when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she
Heeeey Misssy

[Missy]
Hi Missy? What's up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
You soggy 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