Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix) lyrics

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 b**h was married to Tim and started f**ing with Trina I heard the b**h got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the b**h no way When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherf**er 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 Muthaf**as adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh 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 b**hes wanna talk sh** I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling in these muthaf**as 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 f** now Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down for I smack your a** down I need my drums ba** 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 Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its 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 f**ing 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 n***a by the name of Cris Nobody paid him any mind No one gave a sh** Knowing he could rap No one lifted a hand 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 b**hes 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 f**, have to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not from tumors Get up on my lap and get my head s**ed tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight 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 Its all kizza Its always like Its all kizza Its always like Na zound Wa zee Wa zoom zoom zee Yo, straight up Missy k**ed that sh** tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she Heeeey Misssy 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!