Big Boi - Gossip Lyrics
Niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossipNiggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossipNiggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip[Verse 1: Big Boi]No introductions needed boy just call me the undefeated (Big)And underneath this Georgia drawl, I know I can't be seen with (Bigger)Bifocals because my vocals are classicLike Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the packageI meant to say blow in the ingredientsI went to the mall today and all the niggas had on smediumsLittle bitty ass clothesLike Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo'(Oh) And niggas don't dance no more, all they do is thisBeef it up, call me venus fly trap, waiting on fly emcees to eat 'em upI'm fly as I can be, them weak as *****And ain't no keeping up, I'm balls deep and them ain't deep enoughFat stacks, Cadillac killer, cataract prescription fillerI got my medicinal card from Los Angeles,the city of lost angelsA connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta *****We never shop with strangers, no matter what strain they slangingSome of the game rules done changedNiggas is out here talking like a *****atoo to a cop or twoNow they watching you and yo mama too, bird's eye view, view[Hook x2][Verse 2: Pimp C]Uh, I'm getting blowed on the regularRiding and talking dirty on my cellularPlaya I got some young girls that'll sell you someAnd if you my homeboy, she gon' give you someAnd it's all for the paper but she still gon' cumYou dipping in the cookie jar and now you're sprungI'll have you tripping like you smoking furlPlaya my hoes don't talk, anybody gon' tell yo girl[Verse 3: Big Krit]Okay, now niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossipCause they ***** wasn't hitting and they lip was super sloppySuck a, duck a motha*****a, rims chop ?Want my money corner pocket, plenty game hoSop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of tricking, what's the differenceGot it popping like a skillet with some chicken grease in itCountry boy, I'm country raised, from the belly to the grave? nobody tripping cause the money already made, Krizzle[Hook x2][Verse 4: Bun B]? hater all the time, I got haters in my bizTalking 'bout the trill but don't know what the ***** it isMotha*****as nowadays are seriously sorryThinking that the key to life is putting your business on MauryYou say you rocking Mauri but that mother*****er RockportAlways talking 'bout you bust it (bust it), but your Glock shortI know the truth so ain't no need in your lyingBullshit ain't working, ain't no need in your tryingDying to be the nigga that's spied in the telescopeCrime with trilla niggas, put iron to ya belly folksTelling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangersSave it for Jerry ?, Steve, or Jerry SprangerBuzzing like a bee, tryna stick me with your stangerYou can get the middle (What middle?) the fangerStick it in your ass and let it langerNo homo and hit the high note like and R&B singer on promo
