yo yo move out the way
we got missy elliot comin' through, heck yeah
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 f*ckin' with trina
well i heard the bitch got hit by three zebras
and a monkey
i can't stand the bitch no way
when i walk up in the piece,
i aint gonna even speak
im a bad mamma jamma
god damnit muthaf*cka
you aint gotta like me
i aint stuttin these hos
need to talk what ya know
stop talkin bout who
im stickin and 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
muthaf*cka adios amigos
high high post post
i don't brag i mostly boast
from the VA to da LA coast
izzy kizzy lizzy go
chorus:
Losers are like "what's a gizzer?"
stick it up your flizzer!
AZUL
MY GIZZER
the gizzer is blue
what's a gizzer?
f*ck your gizze
what's a gizzer?
f*ck your gizze
VERDE
GIZZE
the gizzer's not green!
when i pull up in my whip
bitches wanna talk shit
i'm drivin i'm platinum stylin
these muthaf*ckas ask
did you see it
i'm dippin these curves
scurred
did you heard
hot leathers my feathers my furs
ah i fly like a bird
chickenheads on the prowl
who you try da f*ck now
now you aint gettin loud
better calm down
before i smack ya ass down
i need my drum bass high hat
i need my snare strings horn
yes i need my tim sound
right left izzy kizzy looky here
chorus
now i don't go out my house shorty
you just waitin to see
who i'm gon 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
imma hear this on da radio
ludacris:
once upon a time in colli park
where they lived 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
knowin he could rap
no one lift a hand
so he went about his bidness
and devised the plan
made a cd then hit the block
50 thousand sold 7 dollars a pop
hold the phone three years later
stepped out the swamp
with ten and a half gators
now all around the world
on da microphone
he leaves the booth smellin like
burberry cologne
still ridin the chrome
got bitches in the kitchen
never home alone
and he's on tha grind
please let me know if he's on your mind
and respect you'll gimme
ludacris i live loud like timmy
had to clear these rumors
i gotta 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 tha core
core to tha rotten
you duck down turn around
pick a bale of cotton (ya)
chorus
yo straight up
missy killed that shit tonight forreal
i know i dont really care
bout her being pregnant by
michael jackson
you know what we should do
we should go get her album
when it come out
yep, yep, there she go there she go, shh...
hi missy!
hi missy?!
wassup 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 them baby gap shirts off too
you just mad cause payless ran
out of plastic pumps for
da after party
yo by da 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.
ohoh its a missy elliot gossip
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yo yo move out the way
we got missy elliot comin' through, heck yeah
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 f*ckin' with trina
well i heard the bitch got hit by three zebras
and a monkey
i can't stand the bitch no way
when i walk up in the piece,
i aint gonna even speak
im a bad mamma jamma
god damnit muthaf*cka
you aint gotta like me
i aint stuttin these hos
need to talk what ya know
stop talkin bout who
im stickin and 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
muthaf*cka adios amigos
high high post post
i don't brag i mostly boast
from the VA to da LA coast
izzy kizzy lizzy go
chorus:
Losers are like "what's a gizzer?"
stick it up your flizzer!
AZUL
MY GIZZER
the gizzer is blue
what's a gizzer?
f*ck your gizze
what's a gizzer?
f*ck your gizze
VERDE
GIZZE
the gizzer's not green!
when i pull up in my whip
bitches wanna talk shit
i'm drivin i'm platinum stylin
these muthaf*ckas ask
did you see it
i'm dippin these curves
scurred
did you heard
hot leathers my feathers my furs
ah i fly like a bird
chickenheads on the prowl
who you try da f*ck now
now you aint gettin loud
better calm down
before i smack ya ass down
i need my drum bass high hat
i need my snare strings horn
yes i need my tim sound
right left izzy kizzy looky here
chorus
now i don't go out my house shorty
you just waitin to see
who i'm gon 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
imma hear this on da radio
ludacris:
once upon a time in colli park
where they lived 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
knowin he could rap
no one lift a hand
so he went about his bidness
and devised the plan
made a cd then hit the block
50 thousand sold 7 dollars a pop
hold the phone three years later
stepped out the swamp
with ten and a half gators
now all around the world
on da microphone
he leaves the booth smellin like
burberry cologne
still ridin the chrome
got bitches in the kitchen
never home alone
and he's on tha grind
please let me know if he's on your mind
and respect you'll gimme
ludacris i live loud like timmy
had to clear these rumors
i gotta 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 tha core
core to tha rotten
you duck down turn around
pick a bale of cotton (ya)
chorus
yo straight up
missy killed that shit tonight forreal
i know i dont really care
bout her being pregnant by
michael jackson
you know what we should do
we should go get her album
when it come out
yep, yep, there she go there she go, shh...
hi missy!
hi missy?!
wassup 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 them baby gap shirts off too
you just mad cause payless ran
out of plastic pumps for
da after party
yo by da 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.
ohoh its a missy elliot gossip
we got missy elliot comin' through, heck yeah
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 f*ckin' with trina
well i heard the bitch got hit by three zebras
and a monkey
i can't stand the bitch no way
when i walk up in the piece,
i aint gonna even speak
im a bad mamma jamma
god damnit muthaf*cka
you aint gotta like me
i aint stuttin these hos
need to talk what ya know
stop talkin bout who
im stickin and 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
muthaf*cka adios amigos
high high post post
i don't brag i mostly boast
from the VA to da LA coast
izzy kizzy lizzy go
chorus:
Losers are like "what's a gizzer?"
stick it up your flizzer!
AZUL
MY GIZZER
the gizzer is blue
what's a gizzer?
f*ck your gizze
what's a gizzer?
f*ck your gizze
VERDE
GIZZE
the gizzer's not green!
when i pull up in my whip
bitches wanna talk shit
i'm drivin i'm platinum stylin
these muthaf*ckas ask
did you see it
i'm dippin these curves
scurred
did you heard
hot leathers my feathers my furs
ah i fly like a bird
chickenheads on the prowl
who you try da f*ck now
now you aint gettin loud
better calm down
before i smack ya ass down
i need my drum bass high hat
i need my snare strings horn
yes i need my tim sound
right left izzy kizzy looky here
chorus
now i don't go out my house shorty
you just waitin to see
who i'm gon 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
imma hear this on da radio
ludacris:
once upon a time in colli park
where they lived 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
knowin he could rap
no one lift a hand
so he went about his bidness
and devised the plan
made a cd then hit the block
50 thousand sold 7 dollars a pop
hold the phone three years later
stepped out the swamp
with ten and a half gators
now all around the world
on da microphone
he leaves the booth smellin like
burberry cologne
still ridin the chrome
got bitches in the kitchen
never home alone
and he's on tha grind
please let me know if he's on your mind
and respect you'll gimme
ludacris i live loud like timmy
had to clear these rumors
i gotta 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 tha core
core to tha rotten
you duck down turn around
pick a bale of cotton (ya)
chorus
yo straight up
missy killed that shit tonight forreal
i know i dont really care
bout her being pregnant by
michael jackson
you know what we should do
we should go get her album
when it come out
yep, yep, there she go there she go, shh...
hi missy!
hi missy?!
wassup 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 them baby gap shirts off too
you just mad cause payless ran
out of plastic pumps for
da after party
yo by da 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.
ohoh its a missy elliot gossip