Timbaland - Gossip Folks lyrics

[People in 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 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 [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] 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 stuntin' these hoes Need to talk what you know And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job just 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 [Hook] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] 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 Skurr'd ya heard? I love em, my feathers, 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 [Hook] [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 f**ing boy Sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio [Verse 3: Ludacris] 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 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 Stepped out the swamp With ten and a half gators Now 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 a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head s**ed tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Hard to the core Core to the rotten Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton [Hook] [People in the background chatting] 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 [Missy] Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I ain't knowin y'all broke, Milli Vanilli J.J. Fad wannabes 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 cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo by the way, go get my album Damn!