Missy Elliot Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix) Lyrics:
[Missy] When I rock up in the piece I ain't
gotta even speak I'm a bad mama jama goddammit
y'all people 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 ya'll poor ya'll broke
Y'all job just hanging up coats Step to me get
burnt like toast Y'all suckers adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly
boast From the VA to the LA coast Izzy kizzy
izzy oh

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 yo I know by the time
I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio

Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que
zat Pue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee

[Missy] When I pull up in my whip Y'all be like
who that is I'm driving, I'm gliding, I'm sliding
Y'all keep talking bout there she is I'm
gripping these curbs Skurr, did ya heard I love
em, my feathers, my furs, ah 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 drum bass
high Has to be my snare strings horns and I need
my Tim sound, right, left Izzy kizzy looky here

I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting
to see Who gon roll up in the club and then
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report that next week Just wanna see who I am
fucking boy, sniffing some yo 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 I don't go out my house shorty, you just
waiting to see 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

[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 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, 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 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 like Timmy Uh, had to clear
these rumors I got a headache and it's not a
tumor Get up on my lap and get my head sucked
tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
I'm hard to the core, core to the right Drop down
turn around pick a bale of cotton

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 yo 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 yo I know by the time
I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
Lyrics: Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix), Missy
Elliot [end]