Текст (слова) песни: Missy Elliott - Gossip folks

 
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 bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina 
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey 
I can`t stand the bitch no way 
 
When I walk up in the piece 
I ain`t gotta even speak 
I`m a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker 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 
Muthafuckas 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 
Bitches wanna talk shit 
I`m driving I`m glad and I`m styling 
in these muthafuckas 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 fuck now 
Naw you ain`t getting loud 
Better calm down for I smack your ass down 
I need my drums bass 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 fucking 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 nigga by the name of Cris 
Nobody paid him any mind 
No one gave a shit 
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 bitches 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 
Fuck, have to clear these rumors 
I got a headache and it`s not from tumors 
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 
 
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 killed that shit tonight for real 
I know I know, I don`t even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson 
You know what we should do 
We should go get her alvum 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!
 

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4 my people
4 My People (Basement Jaxx Remix)
Get ur freak on
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Work it