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 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 Jus mad it ain't yours I know ya'll poor ya'll broke Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes Step to me get burnt like toast Muthafuckas adios amigos Halves halves wholes wholes I don't brag I mostly boast From the Va to the La coast Iffy kiffy izzy oh
When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling in these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs Skuur, did ya heard I love em, my fellas, my furs 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 drums, bass, high hats 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 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
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 and 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 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 just like Timmy Fuck, have 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 Hard to the core Core to the rotten Drop down turn around pick a bail of cotton (ya)
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know I know, I don't even care about Her being preganant 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 Hiiiii Misssy
Hi Missy? What's up fools? You think I aint knowin Yall broke Milli Vanilli J.J. Fad 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!