Where they live life fast and they scared of dark
Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee
And started fucking with Trina
Made a CD and then he hit the block
Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee
Has to be my snare strings horns and
So your lights wont get cut off
You soggy breasts, cow stomachs
It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like
I'm a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
Hi Missy? What's up fools?
Naw you ain't getting loud
I got a headache and it's not from tumors
Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee
Just wanna see who I am fucking boy, sniffing some coke
Yo take those baby GAP shirts off, too
Hard to the core, core to the right
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
You know what we should do
About her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
I need my drums bass high
Get up on my lap and get my head sucked tight
I know by the time I finish this line I'm a hear this on the radio
Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight
It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like
I know y'all poor y'all broke, y'all job just hanging up clothes
Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat
Step to me get burnt like toast, muthafuckas adios amigos
I can't stand the bitch no way
And stop talking bout who I'm sticking and licking just mad it ain't yours
I heard the bitch got hit with three zebras and a monkey
Oh well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
We should go get her album when it comes out
Yeah, uh huh, okay, once upon a time in College Park
Halves halves wholes wholes, I don't brag I mostly boast
Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop
There was a little nigga by the name of Cris
Jay Jay fan wannabes aint over here gossiping bout me?
Leaving the booth smelling like Burberry cologne
Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee
Hold the phone, three years later
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy, fuck, have to clear these rumors
I know I know, I don't even care
I'm gripping these curbs, skur, did ya heard
I don't go out my house shorty, you just waiting to see
Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton
Izzy kizzy looky here
Please let me know if he's on your mind and respect you'll give me
Musi ques, I sews on bews,I pues a twos on que zat
It's all kizza, it's always like, it's all kizza, it's always like
When I pull up in my whip bitches wanna talk shit
I'm driving I'm glad and I'm styling
Girl I heard she eats one cracker a day
I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird
Chicken heads on the prowl, who you trying fuck now
Musi ques, I sews on bews,I pues a twos on que zat
How you studying these hoes, need to talk what you know
From the VA to the LA coast, iffy kiffy izzy, oh
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit
I need my Tim sound, right, left
Pue zoo, my kizzer, pous zigga ay zee
Who gon' roll up in the club and then report that next week
You think I ain't knowin' y'all broke Milli Vanilli
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out of plastic pumps for the after party
When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak
Steeped out the swamp with ten and a half gators
Never home alone and he's on the grind
Yo, how 'bout you buff these Pumas for twenty cents
All around the world on the microphone
Better calm down for I smack your ass down
In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it?
So he went about his business and devised a plan
Knowing he could rap, no one lifted a hands
Na zound, wa zee, wa zoom zoom zee
Still riding chrome, got bitches in the kitchen
There she go, there she go, there she, hey Missy
