Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 I heard she eat one cracker a day Girl, well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fuckin' with Trina I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey I can't stand the bitch, no way (Millze gillzot sillzomebillzody plillzays) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama 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 Just mad it ain't yours I know y'all poor, y'all broke Y'all job just hangin' up clothes Step to me, get burnt like toast Motherfuckers, adios amigos Hop, hop, pose, pose I don't brag, I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzo kizzay, lezzy goh [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 [Bridge: Frankie Smith] (Millze gillzot sillzomebillzody plillzays dillzouble dillzzutch) (Whozzo?) (My gizzirl!) (Brillzing her izzin!) [Verse 2: Missy Elliott] When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm styling And these motherfuckers ask, "Did you see it?" I'm gripping these curbs Skurr, did ya heard? I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, ah I fly like a bird Chickenheads on the prowl Who you tryna fuck now? Naw you ain't getting loud Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down I need my drum bass high Has to be my snare strings horns Yes, I need my Tim sound, right, left Izzo kizzay, looky here [Chorus: Missy Elliott] I don't go out my house, shorty, you just waitin' to see Who I'm gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week Just wanna see who I am fuckin'', boy sniffing some coke I know by the time I finish this line, I'ma hear this on the radio I don't go out my house, shorty, you just waitin' to see I don't go out my house, shorty, you just waitin' to see I don't go out my house, shorty, you just waitin' to see Who I'm gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week [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 nigga by the name of Chris Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hand So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD, then he hit the block Fifthy thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three years later Stepped out the swamp, in ten and a half gators Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smellin' 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 Fuck, I had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap and get my head tucked tight Sprayed, so I never let the bedbugs bite I'm hard to the core, core to the rotten Drop down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 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 [Bridge: Frankie Smith] (Millze gillzot sillzomebillzody plillzays dillzouble dillzzutch) (Whozzo?) (My gizzirl!) (Brillzing her izzin!) [Outro] Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know, I know, I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do? We should go get her album when it come out There she go, there she go, there she— Hi 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 gossipin' '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 outta plastic pumps for the after party Yo, by the way, go get my album Damn [Outro: Frankie Smith] (Millze gillzot sillzomebillzody plillzays dillzouble dillzzutch) (Whozzo?) (My gizzirl!) (Brillzing her izzin!)