(People in background chatting:)
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

(Missy:)
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama goddammit motherfuckers 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 jus mad it ain't yours
I know ya'll poor ya'll broke
Ya'll job jus hanging up clothes
Step to me get burnt like toast
Motherfuckers adios amigos
Halves halves wholes wholes
I don't brag I mostly boast
From the VA to the LA coast
Iffy kiffy izzy oh

Music ques
I sew on bues
I pues in twos of que zat
Pue zoo
My kizza
Pue zigga ay zay
It's all kizza
It's always like
It's all kizza
It's always like
Na sound
Waa zee
Waa zoom zoom zee

(Missy:)
When I pull up in my whip
Bitches be like oh shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
These motherfuckers ask did ya see it
I'm gripping these curves
Skuurk, did ya heard
I love em, my feathers, my furs
I fly like a bird
put ya hands on the ground
Who you trying fuck now
Naw you ain't getting loud
Better calm down for I smack ya ass down
I need my drums bass high
Has to be my snare strings horns yes
I need my Tim sound
right, left
Izzy kizzy looky here

(Chorus)

(Missy:)
Ahhhhhhh
Sucka MC i know is stupid fresh
get 10 percent mist not ta half ya chest
couple bottles half anotic just to wet down my toungue
and say wip wip wack what chew playin' me huh?
(Miss Jade:)
Me and Missy ballin up the avenew
pullin'bresh dress to impress we makin' thoose
music bizz only reason i ain't jackin' fools
you know, brunts, junts, and brackin' broos
Missy
People keep brawlin' the streets is callin
brag till im nice and ah ah ah on it
Miss Jade
im bad luck cause yall are just dicks
please try not to make this your duck
Missy
please not make us tell you how much you suck

(funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party)

(Ludacris:)
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 then he hit the block
50 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 like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these rumors
I got a headache and "it's not a tumor"
Get up on my lap and keep my head sucked right
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
Hard to the core
Core to the right
Who taught yall turn around pick a bale of pike

(Chorus)

(People in the background chatting:)
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
Heeeey Misssy

(Missy:)
Hi Missy?
What's up fools?
You think I aint knowin yall broke Milli Vanilli
JJ 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 breast, cow stomachs
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
You just mad cuz Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo by the way, go get my album
Damn!

Music ques
I sew on bues
I pues in twos of que zat
Pue zoo
My kizza
Pue zigga ay zay