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   Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day   Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim   And started fucking with Trina   I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey   I can't stand the bitch no way      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 hanging up clothes   Step to me get burnt like toast, muthafuckas adios amigos   Halves halves wholes wholes, I don't brag I mostly boast   From the VA to the LA coast, iffy kiffy izzy, oh      Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat   Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee   It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like   Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee      When I pull up in my whip bitches wanna talk shit   I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling   In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?   I'm gripping these curbs, skur, did ya heard      I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird   Chicken heads on the prowl, who you trying fuck now   Naw you ain't getting loud   Better calm down for I smack your ass down      I need my drums bass high   Has to be my snare strings horns and   I need my Tim sound, right, left   Izzy kizzy looky here      Musi ques, I sews on bews,I pues a twos on que zat   Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee   It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like   Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee      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      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 Cris   Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit      Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands   So he went about his business and devised a plan   Made a CD and then he hit the block   Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop      Hold the phone, three years later   Steeped out the swamp with ten and a half gators   All around the world on the microphone   Leaving the booth smelling 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 just like Timmy, fuck, have to clear these rumors      I got a headache and it's not from tumors   Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight   Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight   Hard to the core, core to the right   Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton      Musi ques, I sews on bews,I pues a twos on que zat   Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee   It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like   Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee      Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real   I know I know, I don't even care   About her being pregnant by Michael Jackson   You know what we should do   We should go get her album when it comes out   There she go, there she go, there she, hey Missy      Hi Missy? What's up fools?   You think I ain't knowin' y'all broke Milli Vanilli   Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?   Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents   So your lights wont get cut off      You soggy breasts, cow stomachs   Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too   You just mad 'cause Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party   Yo, by the way, go get my album, damn