Gossip Folks Feat.Ludacris

Gossip Folks Feat.Ludacris Lyrics

Yo, yo, move out the way we got Missy Elliott commin’ through
Girl that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight,
I heard she eat one cracker a day
Girl, well I heard the b**ch was married to Tim, and started f**kin’ with Trina
Well I heard the b**ch got hit by three zebras and a monkey. I can't stand the
b**ch no way

When I walk up in the peace
I aint gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthaf**ka
You ain't gotta like me
I ain't stuttin these hos
Needa talk what you know
Stop talking bout who
I'm stickin I'm lickin
You just mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor
Ya'll broke
Ya'll jobs just hangin up cloaks
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthaf**ka adios amigos
Ah ah Poes Poes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go

Chorus:
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My Gizzirl
Pous zigga ay zee
Its O-kizzay?
Its awayz like
Its O-kizzay?
Its alwayz like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

When I pull up in my whip
b**ches wanna talk sh*t
I'm drivin I'm blinding them upside these muthaf**kas ass
Did you see it
I'm drippin these curves
Skurt
Did you heard
I lovas my fellas my furs
Ah I fly like a bird
Chickenheads on the prowl
Who you try'na f**k now
Now you ain't getting loud
Better calm down before I smack ya ass down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my snare strings horn
Yes I need my Tim sound
Right left
Izzy Kizzy look at him

Chorus:
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My Gizzirl
Pous zigga ay zee
Its O-kizzay?
Its alwayz like
Its O-kizzay?
Its alwayz like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

Now I don’t go out my house shorty you just waitin to see
Who I'm roll up in the club with and report that next week
Just wanna see who I am ???? or sniffin some coke
I know by the time I finish this line I'ma hear this on the radio

[Ludacris]
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 sh*t
Knowing he could rap
No one lent a hand
So he went about his bidness
And devised a plan
Made a CD then he hit the block
Fifty 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 leaves your booth smellin like Burberry cologne
Still ride the chrome
Got b**ches 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 gimmie
Ludacris, I live LOUD like Timmy
Had to clear these rumors
I got a head ache and it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap get my head sucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite
I'm hard to the core
Core to the right
You jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton (ya)

Chorus:
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My Gizzirl
Pous zigga ay zee
Its O-kizzay?
Its alwayz like
Its O-kizzay?
Its alwayz like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee

Yo straight up, Missy killed that sh*t tonight for real
I know I don’t really care bout her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
You know what we should do? We should go get her album when it come out,
Wait here she come,shh
Hiiiii Missy!
Hi Missy?!
Wusup fools!
You think I ain't knowin ya'll 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
Daaaamn!

Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My Gizzirl
Pou zigga ay zee