[Intro: 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— was married to Tim and started f—ing with Trina
I heard the b— got hit with three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the b— no way

[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama
God [?], ya’ll people ain't gotta like me
I ain't stuntin' these crows
Need to talk, what you know
And stop talking 'bout who I'm stickin' and lickin'
Just mad it ain't yours
I know y'all poor, y'all broke
Y'all job just hanging up clothes
Step to me, get burnt like toast
Ya’ll suckers, adios, amigos
Hop, hop, pose, pose
I don't brag, I mostly boast
From thе VA to the LA coast
Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh
[Chorus: Frankie Smith]
Millze cillzan sillzomе 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 ya’ll be like “Who that is?”
I'm driving, I'm glad and I'm styling
Ya’ll keep talking ‘bout thst, “There she is"
I'm gripping these curbs
SKRRT! Did ya heard?
I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, ahh!
I fly like a bird
Chickenheads on the prowl
Who you tryna f— now?
Now you ain't getting loud
Better calm down 'fore I smack you to the ground
I need my drums, bass high hat
Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes
I need my Tim sound, right, left
Izzo kizzay, looky here
[Chorus: Frankie Smith]
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!

[Bridge: Missy]
I don't go out my house, shorty, you just waiting to see
Who I’m gon' roll up in the club with then report that next week
Just wanna see who I am f—, boy sniffing [?]
I know by the time I finish this line, I'ma 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 ni— by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a sh—
Knowing he could rap, no one lifted 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
He leave the booth smellin’ like Burberry cologne (Ch-ch-ch)
Still ridin’ chrome
Got bi—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 like Timmy
Uh, had to clear these rumors
I got a headache, and it's not a cooler
Get up on my lap and get my head tucked tight
Sprayed, so I never let the bedbugs bite
Hard to the core, core to the rotten
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton
Yahh!
[Chorus: Frankie Smith]
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!

[People in the background chatting]
Yo, straight up Missy killed that sh— tonight for real
I know I know, I don't even care about her being pregnant 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--
Hey 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 'cause Payless ran outa plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!

[Chorus/Outro: Frankie Smith]
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl!
Brillzing her izzin!--(Echos)