Missy Elliott Feat. Ludacris - Gossip Folks lyrics
rate meWhen I walk up in the piece<br />
I ain't gotta even speak<br />
I'm a bad mamajama, goddammit<br />
Motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me<br />
<br />
How you studying these hoes?<br />
Need to talk what you know<br />
And stop talking 'bout who I'm sticking<br />
And licking, jus mad, it ain't yours<br />
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I know y'all, poor y'all broke<br />
Y'all job jus hanging up clothes<br />
Step to me, get burnt like toast<br />
Muthafuckas adios amigos<br />
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Halves, halves, wholes, wholes<br />
I don't brag, I mostly boast<br />
From the V.A. to the L.A. coast<br />
Iffy kiffy izzy, oh<br />
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Musi ques, I sews on bews<br />
I pues a twos on que zat<br />
Pue zoo, my kizzer<br />
Pous zigga ay zee<br />
<br />
It's all kizza, it's always like<br />
It's all kizza, it's always like<br />
Na zound, wa zee<br />
Wa zoom zoom zee<br />
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When I pull up in my whip<br />
Bitches wanna talk shit<br />
I'm driving, I'm glad and I'm styling<br />
In these muthafuckas eyes, did you see it?<br />
<br />
I'm gripping these curbs<br />
Skuur, did ya heard?<br />
I love 'em, my fellas, my furs<br />
I fly like a bird<br />
<br />
Chicken heads on the prowl<br />
Who you trying fuck, now?<br />
Naw, you ain't getting loud<br />
Better calm down for I smack your ass down<br />
<br />
I need my drums, bass high<br />
Has to be my snare, strings horns<br />
Yes, I need my Tim sound right, left<br />
Izzy kizzy looky here<br />
<br />
Musi ques, I sews on bews<br />
I pues a twos on que zat<br />
Pue zoo, my kizzer<br />
Pous zigga ay zee<br />
<br />
It's all kizza, it's always like<br />
It's all kizza, it's always like<br />
Na zound, wa zee<br />
Wa zoom zoom zee<br />
<br />
I don't go out my house shorty<br />
You just waiting to see<br />
Who gon' roll up in the club<br />
And then report that next week<br />
<br />
Just wanna see who I am fucking, boy<br />
Sniffing some coke<br />
I know by the time I finish this line<br />
I'm a hear this on the radio<br />
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Yeah, okay, once upon a time in College Park<br />
Where they live life fast and they scared of dark<br />
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris<br />
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit<br />
<br />
Knowing he could rap, no one lifted hands<br />
So he went about his business and devised a plan<br />
Made a CD and then he hit the block<br />
50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop<br />
<br />
Hold the phone, three years later<br />
Steeped out the swamp with ten and a half gators<br />
All around the world on the microphone<br />
Leaving the booth smelling like Barberry cologne<br />
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Still riding chrome, got bitches in the kitchen<br />
Never home alone and he's on the grind<br />
Please, let me know if he's on your mind<br />
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And respect you'll give me<br />
Ludacris, I live loud like Timmy<br />
Fuck, have to clear these rumors<br />
I got a headache and it's not from tumors<br />
<br />
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight<br />
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite<br />
Hard to the core, core to the right<br />
Drop down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton, yeah<br />
<br />
Musi ques, I sews on bews<br />
I pues a twos on que zat<br />
Pue zoo, my kizzer<br />
Pous zigga ay zee<br />
<br />
It's all kizza, it's always like<br />
It's all kizza, it's always like<br />
Na zound, wa zee<br />
Wa zoom zoom zee<br />
<br />
Musi ques, I sews on bews<br />
I pues a twos on que zat<br />
Pue zoo, my kizzer<br />
Pous zigga ay zee
