[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Millze cillzan✦ sillzome✦ plilzay✦ dilzzouble✦ dilzutch✦
Hilzzoo?✦
My gizzirl✦
Brillzing✦ her izzin✦
Izzo✦ kizzay✦
Izzall✦ rizzight✦
Izzo✦ kizzay✦
Izzall✦ rizzight!✦ Nizzow✦ wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee✦
[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches✦ wanna✦ talk shit
I'm drivin',✦ I'm glidin',✦ I'm stylin'✦
And these motherfuckers ask, "Did you see it?"
I'm grippin' these curbs
Skrrt, did ya heard?
I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, ahh
I fly like a bird
Chickenheads on the prowl
Who you tryna✦ **** now?
Now you ain't gettin'✦ loud
Better✦ calm down 'fore I smack your ass down
I need my drums, bass, high hat
Has to be my snare, strings, horns, yes
I need my Tim' sound, right, left
Izzo✦ kizzay,✦ looky✦ here
[Chorus]
Millze cillzan✦ sillzome✦ plilzay✦ dilzzouble✦ dilzutch✦
Hilzzoo?✦
My gizzirl✦
Brillzing✦ her izzin✦
Izzo✦ kizzay✦
Izzall✦ rizzight✦
Izzo✦ kizzay✦
Izzall✦ rizzight!✦ Nizzow✦ wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee✦
[Bridge: Missy]
I don't go out my house, shorty,✦ you just waitin'✦ to see
Who I’m gon' roll up in the club with then report that next week
Just wanna✦ see who I am ****, boy sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line, I'ma✦ hear this on the radio✦
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
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 Chris
Nobody✦ paid him any✦ mind, no one gave a shit
Knowin'✦ he could rap, no one lifted✦ 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✦
Stepped out the swamp in ten-and-a-half gators✦
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, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live loud like Timmay✦ (Uh)
Fuck, have to clear these rumors✦
I got a headache, and it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap and get my head tucked✦ tight
Sprayed, so I never✦ let the bedbugs bite
Hard to the core, core to the rotten✦
Jump down, turn around,✦ pick a bale of cotton✦
Yahh!
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Millze cillzan✦ sillzome✦ plilzay✦ dilzzouble✦ dilzutch✦
Hilzzoo?✦
My gizzirl✦
Brillzing✦ her izzin✦
Izzo✦ kizzay✦
Izzall✦ rizzight✦
Izzo✦ kizzay✦
Izzall✦ rizzight!✦ Nizzow✦ wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee✦
[Outro: Missy Elliott]
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—
Hi Missy✦
Hi Missy?✦
What's up fools?
You think I ain't knowin✦ y'all broke, Milli Vanilli
J.J. Fad wannabes ain't over✦ here gossipin' 'bout me?
Yo, how bout you buff these Pumas for twenty✦ cents
So your lights won't get cut off
You soggy✦ breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take those baby✦ GAP shirts off, too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran outa✦ plastic pumps for the after✦ party✦
Yo, by the way, go get my album✦
Damn
[Outro: Missy Elliott]
Millze cillzan✦ sillzome✦ plilzay✦ dilzzouble✦ dilzutch✦
Hilzzoo?✦
My gizzirl✦
Brillzing✦ her izzin✦