Artist: Big Boi f/ Big K.R.I.T., UGK Album: Vicious Lies and Dangerous Rumors Song: Gossip Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus: Pimp C sample] We gon' fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes-hoes wanna gossip Niggaz-niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip We gon'-we gon' fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip Niggaz wanna tell it, hoes-hoes wanna gossip Niggaz-niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip We gon'.. [Big Boi] No introductions needed, boi just call me The Undefeated (BIG) And underneath this Georgia dry, I know I can't be seen with - (BIGGER) bifocals because my vocals are classic Like Coca-Cola when they had cocaine in the package (WOOF!) I meant to say, blow in the ingredients And I went to the mall today and all the niggaz had on smediums~! (Hahaha!) Lil' bitty-ass clothes like Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo' Oh and niggaz +Don't Dance No Mo'+, all they do is dis Beef it up, call me Venus Fly Trap, waitin on fly emcees to eat 'em up I'm fly as I can be, them weak as fuck And ain't no keepin up, I'm balls deep and them ain't deep enough Fat Sax nigga, Cadillac killer (yep) Cataract prescription filler, I got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angels A connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta, bitch! We never shop with skrangers, no matter what strain they slangin Some of the game rules done changed Niggaz is out chea talkin like a cockatoo, to a cop or two Now they watchin YOU and ya mama too - bird's-eye-view (view) [Chorus] [Pimp C] Uh, I'm gettin blowed on the regular Ridin and talkin dirty on my cellular Playa I got some young gurls that'll sell you some Uh, and if you my homeboy, she gon' give you some And it's all for the paper, but she still gon' cum You dippin in the cookie jar and now you sprung Uh, I'll have you trippin like you smokin furl Playa my hoes don't talk, anybody gon' tell yo' girl Uh, hol' up [Big K.R.I.T.] Okay, now niggaz wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip Cause they pussy wahn't hittin and they lip was super sloppy Suck a duck-a motherfucker, rims chop, Lorena Bobbit Want my money, corner pocket, plenty game hoe Sop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of trickin, what's the difference? Got it poppin like a skillet with some chicken grease in it Country boy, country ways, from the belly to the grave Grow to bet nobody trippin cause the money already made - Krizzle [Chorus] [Bun B] Man, I hate it all the time, I got haters in my biz (biz) Talkin 'bout the trill but don't know what the fuck it is (is) Motherfuckers nowadays (days), are seriously sorry (sorry) Thinkin that the key to life is puttin ya business on Maury (Maury) You say you rockin Mauri but them motherfuckers Rockport Always talkin 'bout you bus'in nigga, but ya Glock short (short) I know the truth so ain't no need in ya lyin (lyin) Bullshit ain't workin, ain't no need in ya tryin (tryin) Dyin to be the nigga that's spied in the telescope Crime with trilla niggaz, put-iron-to-ya-belly folk Tellin them tall tales, fibs, and humdangers (dangers) Save it for Jeremy Kyle, Steve, or Jerry Spranger (Spranger) Buzzin like a bee, tryna stick me witcha stanger (stanger) Bitch you can get the middle - (What middle~?) The fanger Stick it in ya ass and let it langer, no homo and hit the high note like an R&B singer on promo (Hol' up!)