Gossip Folks [Original Version]

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 fuckin? 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 peach I ain't gotta eat speed I'm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka You ain't gotta like me I ain't stuttin these hos Needa talk but you know Stop talking bout who I'm stickin I'm lickin You just mad it ain't yours I know why'all poor why'all broke why'all jobs just hangin up cloaks Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafucka adios amigos Ah ah Poes Poes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go [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 When I pull up in my whip Bitches want to talk shit I'm drivin I'm blinding them upside these muthafuckas ass Did you see it I'm drippin these curves Skurt Did you heard I lovas my fellas my furs Ah I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryda fuck now Now you ain't 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 [Chorus] Now I don't go out my house shorty you just waitin to see Who I'm roll up in the club with and report that next week Just want to 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 lift a hand So he went about his bidness 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 your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne Still ride the chrome Got bidness 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 gimmie Ludacris, I look lord like Timmy Had the Clint East rumor I got a head ache and its not a tumor Get up on my lap get my head tucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite I'm hard to the core Core to the right You drop down turn around pick up hella clipe (ya) [Chorus] Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight foreal 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 foos! You think I ain't knowin why'all broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes ain't over here gossiping bout me? Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or 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 after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn! [Chorus]