Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Remix)

[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
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[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]
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(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!)