Gossip folks lyrics
by Missy Elliot



(feat. Ludacris)

Yo, yo, yo, move out of the way
We got Missy Elliot 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

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 y'all poor, y'all 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
Izzy kizz Lizzy, oh

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza

It's always like

It's all kizza

It's always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom, zoom, zee

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?
No, 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

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza

It's always like

It's all kizza

It's always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom, zoom, zee

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

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 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 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 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 get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite
Hard to the core, core to the right
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat

Pue zoo

My kizzer

Pous zigga ay zee

It's all kizza

It's always like

It's all kizza

It's always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom, zoom, zee

Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real

I know, I know, I don't even care about her bein' 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

Hi, Missy!

Hi, Missy?
What's up, fools?
You think I ain't knowin' y'all broke Milli Vanilli?
Jay Jay fan, wannabe's 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 'cause payless ran out of plastic pumps for the afterparty
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