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Ludacris

"Gossip Folks (Mousse T's Original Alternative)"

(People)
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*tch was married to Tim and started f*cking with Trina
I heard the b*tch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the b*tch no way

(Missy Elliott)
When I walk up in the place
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mama jama goddammit motherf*cker 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 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
Motherf*ckers adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Izzy kizzy izzy oh

[Chorus]
Millze gillzers sillzsomebillzody pillzays dizzuble dizzutch
Whozzo?
My gizzirl!
Brillzing her izzin!
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzay
Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wellzee willzill zillsee

Did you know
About the Gossip Folk
That did the oakey-doak
And Missy had to smoke
Them cos she's dope...
Super dope...
And she is fly...
So super fly...

(Missy Elliott)
When I pull up in my whip
b*tches wanna talk sh*t
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
In these muthaf*ckas eyes did you see it?
I'm gripping these curbs
Skurr, did ya heard
I love em, my feathers, my furs
I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl
Who you trying f*ck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns and
I need my Tim sound
Right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here

[Chorus]

(Missy Elliott)
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*cking boy
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

(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*gga by the name of Cris
Nobody paid him any mind
No one gave a sh*t
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 b*tches 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 like Timmy
Uh, had to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked 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

[Chorus]

(People)
Yo, straight up Missy killed that sh*t tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her being preganant by Michael Jackson (no)
You know what we should do
We should go get her album when it comes out
There she go, there she go, there she
Hiiiii Misssy

(Missy Elliott)
Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I ain't knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
Jay Jay fan 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 cos Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!

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