Yo, yo yo move out of the way
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We got missy Elliot coming through
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Girl that is missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight
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Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
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Oh well I heard the bitch was married to Tim and started fucking with Trina
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I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
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I can't stand the bitch no way
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[Missy]
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When I walk up in the piece
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I ain't gotta even speak
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I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
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How you studying these hoes
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Need to talk what you know
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And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking jus mad it ain't yours
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I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
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Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
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Step to me get burnt like toast
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Muthafuckas adios amigos
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Halves halves wholes wholes
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I don't brag I mostly boast
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From the VA to the LA coast
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Izzy kizz lizzy oh
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[Chorus]
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Musi ques
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I sews on bews
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I pues a twos on que zat
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Pue zoo
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My kizzer
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Pous zigga ay zee
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Its all kizza
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Its always like
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Its all kizza
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Its always like
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Na zound
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Wa zee
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Wa zoom zoom zee
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[Missy]
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When I pull up in my whip
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Bitches wanna talk shit
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I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
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in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
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I'm gripping these curbs
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Skuur, did ya heard
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I love em, my fellas, my furs
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I fly like a bird
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Chicken heads on the prowl
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Who you trying fuck now
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Naw you ain't getting loud
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Better calm down for I smack your ass down
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I need my drums bass high
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Has to be my snare strings horns and
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I need my Tim sound
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right, left
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Izzy kizzy looky here
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[Chorus]
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[Missy]
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I don't go out my house shorty
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You just waiting to see
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Who gon roll up in the club and then report that next week
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Just wanna see who I am fucking boy
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Sniffing some coke
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I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
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[Ludacris]
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Yeah, uh huh, okay
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Once upon a time in College Park
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Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
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There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
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Nobody paid him any mind
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No one gave a shit
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Knowing he could rap
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No one lifted a hands
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So he went about his business and devised a plan
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Made a CD and then he hit the block
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50 thousand sold
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Seven dollars a pop
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Hold the phone
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Three years later
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Steeped out the swamp
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With ten and a half gators
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All around the world on the microphone
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Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
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Still riding chrome
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Got bitches in the kitchen
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Never home alone
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And he's on the grind
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Please let me know if he's on your mind
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And respect you'll give me
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Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
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Fuck, have to clear these rumors
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I got a headache and it's not from tumors
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Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
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Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
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Hard to the core
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Core to the right
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Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
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[Chorus]
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[People in the background chatting]
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Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
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I know I know, I don't even care about her beign preganant by Michael Jackson
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You know what we should do
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We should go get her alvum when it comes out
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There she go, there she go, there she
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Heeeey Misssy
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[Missy]
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Hi Missy?
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What's up fools?
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You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
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Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
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Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights wont get cut off
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You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
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Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
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You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
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Yo by the way, go get my album
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Damn!
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Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris)
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| Missy Elliott |
