Gossip Folks - Missy Elliott ft Ludacris (full lyrics) Yo, yo, yo move out of the way We got Missy Elliott coming through Girl, there is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight Yeah, I heard she eats one cracker a day Girl, well I heard the bitch was married to Tim\u0027 And started fuckin\u0027 with Trina Well, I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey I can\u0027t stand the bitch no way (ooh, ooh) When I walk up in the piece (ah) I ain\u0027t gotta even speak (ah) I\u0027m a bad mamajama, goddammit Motherfucker, you ain\u0027t gotta like me (ah) How you stuntin\u0027 these hoes? (Ah) Need to talk, what you know? (Ah) And stop talking \u0027bout who I\u0027m stickin\u0027 And lickin\u0027, just mad it ain\u0027t yours (ah) I know ya\u0027ll poor, ya\u0027ll broke (oh) Ya\u0027ll job just hanging up clothes (oh) Step to me, get burnt like toast (oh) Muthafuckas, adios, amigos (oh) Hop, hop, pose, pose (ah) I don\u0027t brag I mostly boast (ah) From the VA to the LA coast (ah) Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh (ah) 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 When I pull up in my whip (ah) Bitches wanna talk shit (ah) I\u0027m drivin\u0027, I\u0027m glad, and I\u0027m stylin\u0027 In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? (Ooh) I\u0027m grippin\u0027 these curbs (ah) Skrrt, did ya heard? (Ah) I love \u0027em, my feathers, my furs, ah I fly like a bird (ah) Chicken heads on the prowl (prowl) Who you tryna fuck now? (Now) Nah, you ain\u0027t gettin\u0027 loud Better calm down for I smack your ass down (uh-huh) I need my drums, bass, high-hat Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes I need my Tim\u0027, sound, right, left Izzy kizzy, looky here 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 I don\u0027t go out my house, shorty, you just waitin\u0027 to see Who I\u0027m gon\u0027 roll up in the club with then report that next week Just wanna see who I am-, boy sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line I\u0027ma hear this on the radio (uh-huh) Okay, once upon a time in College Park (hoo) Where they live life fast and they scared of dark (hoo) There was a little nigga by the name of Chris (hoo) Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (yeah) Knowin\u0027 he could rap, no one lifted hands (hoo) So he went about his business and devised a plan (hoo) Made a CD, then he hit the block (hoo) 50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop (hoo) Hold the phone, uh, three years later (hoo) Stepped out the swamp in ten-and-a-half gators (hoo) Now all around the world on the microphone (hoo) He leave the booth smellin\u0027 like Burberry cologne (cologne) Still ridin\u0027 chrome (hoo) Got bitches in the kitchen, never home alone (hoo) And he\u0027s on the grind (hoo) Please let me know if he\u0027s on your mind (hoo) And respect, you\u0027ll give me (hoo) Ludacris, I live loud, just like Timmy (uh) Had to clear these rumors (hoo) I got a headache and it\u0027s not a tumor (hoo) Get up on my lap, keep my head tucked tight (ah) Sprayed, so I never let the bedbugs bite (bite) Hard to the core, core to the rotten (ah) Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton, (ah) yah, yah, yah 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 Yo, straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight, for real (I know, I know) I don\u0027t really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson (no shit) You know what we should do? We should go get her album when it comes out There she go, there she go, there she, \u0022Hi, Missy\u0022 (Hi, Missy?) What\u0027s up fools? You think I ain\u0027t knowin\u0027 y\u0027all broke, Milli Vanilli J.J. Fad wannabes ain\u0027t over here gossipin\u0027 \u0027bout me? Yo, how \u0027bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents So your lights won\u0027t get cut off Yo\u0027 soggy breasts, cow stomachs Yo, take them Baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad \u0027cause Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party Yo, by the way, go get my album (damn) Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch (Hilzzoo?) My gizzirl (brillzing her izzin)