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Missy Elliott

Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim Radio Remix)

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(featuring Ludacris)[Missy]When I rock up in the pieceI ain`t gotta even speakI`m a bad mama jama goddammit y`all people ain`t gotta like meHow you studying these hoesNeed to talk what you knowAnd stop talking bout who I`m sticking and licking just mad it ain`t yoursI know ya`ll poor ya`ll brokeY`all job just hanging up coatsStep to me get burnt like toastY`all suckers adios amigosHalves halves wholes wholesI don`t brag I mostly boastFrom the VA to the LA coastIzzy kizzy izzy ohI don`t go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I`m a hear this on the radioMusi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zatPue zoo, My kizzer, Pous zigga ay zee[Missy]When I pull up in my whipY`all be like who that isI`m driving, I`m gliding, I`m slidingY`all keep talking bout there she isI`m gripping these curbsSkurr, did ya heardI love em, my feathers, my furs, ahI fly like a birdChicken heads on the prowlWho you trying fuck nowNaw you ain`t getting loudBetter calm down for I smack your ass downI need my drum bass highHas to be my snare strings horns andI need my Tim sound, right, leftIzzy kizzy looky hereI don`t go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I`m a hear this on the radioI don`t go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeI don`t go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeI don`t go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next week[Ludacris]Yeah, uh huh, okayOnce upon a time in College ParkWhere they live life fast and they scared of darkThere was a little nigga by the name of CrisNobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shitKnowing he could rap, no one lifted a handsSo he went about his business and devised a planMade a CD, then he hit the block50 thousand sold, seven dollars a popHold the phone, three years laterStepped out the swamp, with ten and a half gatorsNow all around the world on the microphoneLeaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologneStill riding chromeGot bitches in the kitchen, never home aloneAnd he`s on the grindPlease let me know if he`s on your mindAnd respect you`ll give meLudacris I live LOUD like TimmyUh, had to clear these rumorsI got a headache and it`s not a tumorGet up on my lap and get my head sucked tightSprayed so I never let the bed bugs bightI`m hard to the core, core to the rightDrop down turn around pick a bale of cottonI don`t go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I`m a hear this on the radioI don`t go out my house shorty, you just waiting to seeWho gon roll up in the club and then report that next weekJust wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some yoI know by the time I finish this line I`m a hear this on the radio

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