Title: Gossip Folks
Album: Under Construction
Featuring: Ludacris
Yo, yo, move out the way we got Missy Elliot commin' through
Girl that is Missy Elliot, she lost a lot of weight,
I heard she eat one cracker a day!
Girl, what I heard the bitch was married to Tim,
and started fuckin' with Trina
Well I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way
[ Missy Elliot Lyrics ]When I walk up in the peace
I ain't gotta even speak
Im a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka
You aint gotta like me
I aint sweatin these hoes
Need to talk, what ya know
Stop talking bout who Im stickin im lickin
You just mad it aint yours
I know yall poor
Yall broke
Yall jobs just hangin up coats
Step to me get burnt like toast
Muthafucka adios amigos
ah ha, pose pose
I don't brag I mostly boast
>From the VA to the LA coast
Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go
[Chorus:][ Missy Elliot Lyrics ]
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee
[ Missy Elliot Lyrics ]When I pull up in my whip
Bitches wanna talk shit
Im drivin im blinding them upside these muthafuckas ass "Did you see it?"
Im drippin these curves
Skuuurrrrt!!
Did ya heard?
my lova's, my fellas my furs
Ah I fly like a bird
Chickenheads on the prowl
Who you tryda fuck now
know you aint getting loud
Better calm down before I smack ya ass down
I need my drum bass high
Has to be my snare strings horn
Yes I need my Tim sound
Right left
Izzy Kizzy look at him
[Chorus] [ Missy Elliot Lyrics ]
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee
[ Missy Elliot Lyrics ]Now I don't go out my house shorty you just waitin to see
Who im roll up in the club with and report that next week
Just wanna see who I am ******* or sniffin some coke
I know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio V
V
[ Ludacris Lyrics / Missy Elliot Lyrics ]
Once upon a time in Kyla 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 lend a hand
So he went about his business
And devised the plan
Made a CD then he hit the block
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
Hold the phone, three years later
Steped out the swamp with ten and a half gators
Now all around the world on the microphone
He leaves the booth smellin like Burberry cologne
Still ride the chrome
Got bitches in the kitchen
Never home alone
And hes on the grind
Please let me know if hes on your mind
And respect youll gimmie
Ludacris, I live loud like timmy
Had to clear these rumors
I got a headache and its not a tumor
Get up on my lap get my head tucked tight
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite
Im hard to the core
Core to the right
You drop down turn around pick up hella clip (yaaaa)
echo: yahh!
[Chorus: Missy Elliot Lyrics ]
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay zee
Its all kizza
Its always like
Its all kizza
Its always like
Na zound
Wa zee
Wa zoom zoom zee
{ Missy Elliot Lyrics }Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight fo' real
I know I don't really care bout her being pregnant by Micheal Jackson
You know what we should do?
We should go get her album when it come out, what she gon do she gon do, shh
Hi Missy!
Hi Missy???!!!
Wusup fools!
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli Jay Jay fan wannabes aint
over here gossipin' bout me?
Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or your lights wont get cut
off
You saggy 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!
Musi ques
I sews on bews
I pues a twos on que zat
Pue zoo
My kizzer
Pous zigga ay z
Missy Elliot
Title: Work It
Album: Under Construction
[-scratching-] DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line [-scratching-]
This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive
(C'mon, c'mon)
Chorus:
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it
{*"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" -
backwards 2X*}
If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
{*"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" -
backwards 2X*}
I'd like to get to know ya so I could show-yah
Put the pussy on ya like I told-yah
Gimme all your numbers so I could phone-yah
Your girl actin' stank then call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your so-fah
Phone before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or won't yah
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-tcha
See my hips and my tips, don't yah
See my ass and my lips, don't yah
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for yah
This tha kinda beat that goes raa ta ta
ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it, I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy, oh, boy, it's good to know yah
Repeat Chorus
If you a fly gal get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy, lift it up, let's make a toast-ah
Let's get drunk, that's gon' bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See the Belvedere playin' tricks on yah
Girlfriend wanna be like me, nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bettah
I make you hot as Las Vegas weath-a
Listen up close while I take it backwards
(Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)
[backwards]
I'm not a prostitute, but I could give you what you want
I love youre braids and your mouth full of front
Love the way my ass go bbompa-bompa-bomp-bomp
Keep your eyes on my bompa-bompa-bomp-bomp
And think you can handle this gadong-a-dong-dong
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I could do
Repeat Chorus:
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Girls, girls, get that cash
If it's 9 to 5 or shakin' your ass
Ain't no shame, ladies do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of the game
Just cause I got a lotta fame supa
Prince couldn't get me to change my name papa
Kunta Kinte a slave again, no sir
Picture black sayin', "Oh, yes a mastah"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minnie Me and Big Ren can out last ya
Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya
When I come out you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like "Uh, duh"
So you act dumb like "Uh, duh"
As the drummer boy go ba-rom-pop-pom-pom
Give me some-some-some of this in a cinnabun
Repeat Chorus
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
[-scratching: "Peter Piper" featuring Jam Master Jay-]
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God
