Gossip Folks (fatboy Slim Radio Remix) Lyrics - Missy Elliott

[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 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 motherfuckers 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 coats 

Step to me get burnt like toast 

Motherfuckers adios amigos 

Half half pose pose 

I don't brag I mostly boast 

From the VA to the LA coast 

Iffy kiffy izzy oh 

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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 

Photos 

When I pull up in my whip 

Bitches wanna talk shit 

I be drivin I'm glad and I'm stylin 

These motherfuckers ask did ya see it 

I'm gripping these curves 

Skerrrt, did ya heard 

I lovas my feathers, my furs 

Ahh I fly like a bird 

Chickenheads on the prowl 

Who ya tryin'a fuck now? 

Naw you ain't getting loud 

Better calm down for I smack ya 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 

[Chorus] 

[Missy] 

Ahhhhhhh 

Sucka MC know I'm stupid fresh 

get 10 percent dis knock the hair off ya chest 

couple bottles of hypnotic just to wet down my tongue 

and say wip wip wack what cha playin me huh? 

[Eve] 

Me and Missy ballin up the avenue 

funky fresh dress to impress we mackin dues 

music bizz only reason I ain't jackin fools 

you know bullshit walkin, stackin rules 

[Missy] 

People keep brawlin the streets is callin 

drink till im nice and ah ah ah on an 

[Eve] 

im bad luck ya'll made cause ya'll suck 

please do not try to fuck with this young buck 

[Missy] 

please don't make us tell you how much you suck 

sissy 

(funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party) 

[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 shit 

Knowing he could rap 

No one lift a hand 

So he went about his business and devised a plan 

Made a CD 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 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 like Timmy 

Uh had to clear these rumors 

I got a headache and it's not a tumor 

Get up on my lap get my head sucked right 

Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite 

Hard to the core 

Core to the right 

You drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton 

[Chorus] 

[People in the background chatting] 

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 album when it comes out 

There she go, there she go, there she 

Heeeey Misssy 

[Missy] 

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!