Gossip Folks (Explicit LP Version) Lyrics
| Song | Gossip Folks (Explicit LP Version) |
| Artist | Missy Elliott |
| Album | Under Construction |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When I walk up in the peach | |
| I aint gotta eat speed | |
| I'm a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka | |
| You aint gotta like me | |
| I aint stuttin these hos | |
| Needa talk but you know | |
| Stop talking bout who | |
| I'm stickin I'm lickin | |
| You just mad it aint yours | |
| I know yall poor | |
| Yall broke | |
| Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks | |
| Step to me get burnt like toast | |
| Muthafucka adios amigos | |
| Ah ah Poes Poes | |
| I don’t brag I mostly boast | |
| From the VA to the LA coast | |
| Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Skurt | |
| Did you heard | |
| I lovas my fellas my furs | |
| Ah I fly like a bird | |
| Chickenheads on the prowl | |
| Who you tryda fuck now | |
| Now 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 lift a hand | |
| So he went about his bidness | |
| 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 your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne | |
| Still ride the chrome | |
| Got bidness 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 look lord like Timmy | |
| Had the Clint East rumor | |
| I got a head ache 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 clipe (ya) | |
| 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 | |
| Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight foreal | |
| 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 foos! | |
| here gossiping bout me? | |
| Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or 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! | |
| Musi ques | |
| I sews on bews | |
| I pues a twos on que zat | |
| Pue zoo | |
| My kizzer | |
| Pous zigga ay zee |
| When I walk up in the peach | |
| I aint gotta eat speed | |
| I' m a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka | |
| You aint gotta like me | |
| I aint stuttin these hos | |
| Needa talk but you know | |
| Stop talking bout who | |
| I' m stickin I' m lickin | |
| You just mad it aint yours | |
| I know yall poor | |
| Yall broke | |
| Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks | |
| Step to me get burnt like toast | |
| Muthafucka adios amigos | |
| Ah ah Poes Poes | |
| I don' t brag I mostly boast | |
| From the VA to the LA coast | |
| Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Skurt | |
| Did you heard | |
| I lovas my fellas my furs | |
| Ah I fly like a bird | |
| Chickenheads on the prowl | |
| Who you tryda fuck now | |
| Now 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 lift a hand | |
| So he went about his bidness | |
| 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 your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne | |
| Still ride the chrome | |
| Got bidness 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 look lord like Timmy | |
| Had the Clint East rumor | |
| I got a head ache 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 clipe ya | |
| 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 | |
| Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight foreal | |
| 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 foos! | |
| here gossiping bout me? | |
| Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or 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! | |
| Musi ques | |
| I sews on bews | |
| I pues a twos on que zat | |
| Pue zoo | |
| My kizzer | |
| Pous zigga ay zee |
| When I walk up in the peach | |
| I aint gotta eat speed | |
| I' m a bad mamma jamma god damnit muthafucka | |
| You aint gotta like me | |
| I aint stuttin these hos | |
| Needa talk but you know | |
| Stop talking bout who | |
| I' m stickin I' m lickin | |
| You just mad it aint yours | |
| I know yall poor | |
| Yall broke | |
| Yall jobs just hangin up cloaks | |
| Step to me get burnt like toast | |
| Muthafucka adios amigos | |
| Ah ah Poes Poes | |
| I don' t brag I mostly boast | |
| From the VA to the LA coast | |
| Izzy Kizzy Lizzy Go | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Skurt | |
| Did you heard | |
| I lovas my fellas my furs | |
| Ah I fly like a bird | |
| Chickenheads on the prowl | |
| Who you tryda fuck now | |
| Now 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 lift a hand | |
| So he went about his bidness | |
| 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 your boobs smellin like Burberry cologne | |
| Still ride the chrome | |
| Got bidness 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 look lord like Timmy | |
| Had the Clint East rumor | |
| I got a head ache 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 clipe ya | |
| 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 | |
| Yo straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight foreal | |
| 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 foos! | |
| here gossiping bout me? | |
| Yo how bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents or 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! | |
| Musi ques | |
| I sews on bews | |
| I pues a twos on que zat | |
| Pue zoo | |
| My kizzer | |
| Pous zigga ay zee |
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