Yo, yo, and by the way, we got Missy Elliott comin' through Girl, that is Missy Elliott, she lost a lot of weight Yeah, I heard she eat one crack a day Uh-oh, 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 nowhere Oh, when I walk up in the pits, I ain't gotta eat speed I'm a bad man, but Jemma got Grammy, motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me I ain't stuntin' these hoes, need to talk what you know Stop talkin' my ho, I'm stickin' and lickin', just mad that they chose I know y'all poor, y'all broke Y'all job just hangin' up close Step to me, get burnt like toast Motherfuckers, I don't use them egos I have posts, posts I don't brag, I mostly post From the V.A. to the L.A. coast Gizzy, Gizzy, Lizzy, go Gizzy, Gizzy, Gizzy, Gizzy Gizzy, Gizzy, Gizzy My gizzard It's a gizzard It's a gizzard It's a gizzard When I pull up in my whip Bitches wanna talk shit I'm drivin', I'm glidin', I'm slidin' These motherfuckers ass, did you see it? I'm drippin' these curves Skrrt, did you heard? I love it, my feathers, my fur I fly like a bird Chicken heads on the prowl Who you tryna fuck now? I ain't gettin' loud, better calm down Force my gas down, I need my drum Bass high, have to leave my snare Strings on, yes, I need my Tim Side, right, left, Gizzy, Gizzy Look at him Gizzy, Gizzy, Gizzy, Gizzy Gizzy, Gizzy, Gizzy My gizzard It's a gizzard It's a gizzard It's a gizzard It's a gizzard I don't go out my house Sure that you just waitin' to see it So I'm gon' roll up in the club And then report that next week Just wanna see who I am Or sniffin' some coal I know by the time I'm finished this line I'ma hear this on the radio Once upon a time in Calipo Where they lived life fast and they scared of dog There was a little nigga by the name of Cree Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit No one eat the rap, no one lift the hand So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD, then he hit the block $50,000 sold, $7 a pop Hold the phone, three years later Stepped out the swamp with ten and a half haters Now all around the world on the microphone He leave the booth smellin' like Burberry cologne Still ridin' 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, Lil' Kimmy I flew this Chris, I live loud like Timber Had to clear these rumors I got a headache and it's not a tumor Get up on my lap, keep my head tucked tight Spray so I never let the bed bugs bite I'm hard to the core, core to the rotten You jump down, turn around, pick a pellicot Yeah! Yo, straight up, Missy killed that shit tonight for real I know, I know, I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson You know what we should do? We should go get her album when it come out There she go, there she go, there she go Hi, Missy! Hi, Missy, what's up, fools? You think I ain't know y'all broke, Milli Vanilli, J.J. Fab One of these ain't over here gossipin' about me Yo, how about you buff these plumas for 20 cents So your lice won't get cut off Your sluggin' breast, cow stomachs Yo, take them Baby Gap shirts off, too You just mad this Payless ran out of plastic pumps For the after party Yo, by the way, go get my album Pillsy, killsa, seals on pillsa Ayy, pills, ayy, killsa with pillsa Pillsu, my kisser Pills ain't good, is it?