Yo, yo, yo, move out the way We got Missy Elliott coming through (Girl, there 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 fuckin' wit' Trina (Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey, I can't stand the bitch nowhere) When I walk-up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak I'm a bad mama-jamma', God damn it Mothafucka', you ain't got it like me I'm sick o' these hoes Needa' talk whatcha' know And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm stickin' and lickin' Just mad it ain't yours I know y'all po', y'all broke Y'all job just hangin'-up clothes Step to me, get burnt, like toast Mothafucka's, adios, amigos Halves, halves, wholes, wholes I don't brag, I mostly boast From the VA to the L.A. Coast Izzy kizzy, izzy, oh Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch! (Whoozoo?) My kizzur! (Wilzinga izzat?) Ay, yo, kizzur! (It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!) (It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!) When I pull-up in my whip, bitches wanna talk shit I'm drivin', I'm glad 'n I'm stylin' These mothafuckas' eyes, "Did ya see her?!" I'm grippin' these curves, is ya scared? Did ya heard? I love 'em, my fellas, my furs (ah) I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you trynna' fuck now? Nah, ya ain't gettin' loud Betta' calm down ‘fo' I smack ya ass down I need my drums, bass, hi-hat I need my snare, strings, horns Yes, I need my Tim, South, right, left Izzy kizzy, lookie here Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch! (Whoozoo?) My kizzur! (Wilzinga izzat?) Ay, yo, kizzur! (It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!) (It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!) I don't go out my house Shorty, you just waitin' to see Who gon' roll up in the club with very potent, nice weed Just wanna see who I am fuckin', boy, sniffin' some coke I know by the time I'm finished this line I'ma hear this on the radio (yeah, uh-huh, okay) Once upon a time, in College Park Where they live life fast and they scared o' 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 lent a hand So he went about his business 'n devised a plan Made a CD, then he hit the block 50 thousand sold, seven 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 the microphone He leaves the booth smellin' 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, like Timmy Fuck, have to clear these rumors I got a headache, and it's not a tumor! Get upon my lap and get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite Hard to the core, core to the right You drop down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton, yah! Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch! (Whoozoo?) My kizzur! (Wilzinga izzat?) Ay, yo, kizzur! (It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!) (It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!) 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? (What?) We should go get her album when it comes out (There she go, there she go, there she go!) Hi, Missy! Hi Missy? Wassup, fools? You think I ain't know y'all broke, Milli Vanilli, Jay Jay Fab wannabes ain’t ova' here gossipin' about me? Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for 20 cents so your lights won't get cut-off Your soggy breasts, cow-stomachs Yo, take those Baby GAP shirts off, too You just mad 'cause Payless ran out o' plastic pumps fo' the afterparty Yo, by the way, go get my album (damn!) Milzee gilzz, I silzum billz, I killza dilzzouble dilzzutch! (Whoozoo?) My kizzur! (Wilzinga izzat?) Ay, yo, kizzur! (It's alrizzight! It's okizzay!) (It's alrizzight! Nizzow wizzee wizzill silzzee!)