Gossip Folks

**Gossip Folks/Funky Fresh Dressed** by *Missy Elliott feat. Ms. Jade* and *Ludacris* is a song featured in The Word of Mouth, the third episode of Season Three. It is sung by the students of James A. Masters High School. Although the song is not a mash-up, it is designed similarly to Missy Elliott's 2003 video that features "Funky Fresh Dressed" during the refrain of "Gossip Folks."

## Lyrics

**Matt:**

Yo, yo, yo, move out of the way

We got Sena Demir coming through

**Chloe:**

Girl, that is Sena, she lost a lot of weight

Girl, I heard she eats one cracker a day

**Valentina:**

Oh well, I heard the girl had sex with Vik and started fucking with a teacher

**Tate:**

Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three zebras and a monkey

I can't stand the bitch no way

**Sena:**

When I walk up in the piece, I ain't gotta even speak.

I'm a bad mama jama, oh damn, y'all people ain't gotta like me

I ain't studyin' these hoes, need to talk what you know

Stop talking about who I'm sticking and licking

Just mad it ain't yours

I know ya'll poor, ya'll broke

Ya'll job just 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 ATL to the LA coast

Iffy kiffy izzy oh

**Luke:**

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!

**Alyssa:**

Hilzzoo?

**Luke:**

My gizzirl!

**Alyssa:**

Brillzing her izzin!

**Luke:**

Izzo kizzay!

**Alyssa:**

Izzall rizzight

**Luke:**

Izzo kizzay!

**Alyssa:**

Izzall rizzight

Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee!

**Iesha:**

When I pull up in my whip, bitches wanna talk shit

I'm driving, I'm glad, and I'm styling

**Iesha (Angelika, Brianna, and Chloe):**

Ya'll keep talking about ("There she is.")

**Iesha:**

I'm gripping these curbs, skuur, did ya heard?

I love 'em, my feathers, my furs, I fly like a bird

Chicken heads on the prowl, who you trying get now?

No you ain't getting loud

Better calm down for I smack yo' ass down!

I need my drums bass high, has to be my snare, strings, horns

And I need my Tim sound, right, left

Izzy kizzy looky here

**Luke:**

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!

**Alyssa:**

Hilzzoo?

**Luke:**

My gizzirl!

**Alyssa:**

Brillzing her izzin!

**Luke:**

Izzo kizzay!

**Alyssa:**

Izzall rizzight

**Luke:**

Izzo kizzay!

**Alyssa:**

Izzall rizzight

Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee!

**The Glamouflage and The Red Hot Cheer Peppers:**

Ahhhhh

**Brianna with The Red Hot Cheer Peppers:**

Sucka MC know I'm stupid fresh

Get 10 percent dis, knock the hair off ya chest

Couple bottles of Hypnotiq just to wet down my tongue

And say whip-whip-whack, whatcha playin' me, huh?

**Chloe with The Red Hot Cheer Peppers:**

Me and Bri-Bri ballin' up the avenue

Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes

Music biz only reason I ain't jackin' fools

You know bullshit walkin', stackin' rules

**Brianna (Chloe):**

People keep brawlin the streets is callin'

Drink till I'm nice and (ah ah ah on and)

**Chloe:**

I'm bad luck, ya'll mad cause ya'll suck

Please do not try to mess with this young buck

**Brianna:**

Please don't make us tell you how much you suck

Sissy!

Funky fresh dressed to impressed, ready to party

**Matt with Angelika, Claudia, and Alyssa:**

Once upon a time in College Park

Where they live life fast and they scared of dark

There was a little dude by the name of Matt

Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit

Knowing he could rap

No one lifted a hand

So he went about his business and devised a plan

Made a CD and then he hit the block

50 thousand sold, seven dollars a pop

Hold the phone, three years later

Stepped 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 just like Timmy

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 sucked tight

Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bite

Hard to the core, core to the rotten

Drop down turn around, pick a bail of cotton (ya)

**Luke:**

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!

**Alyssa:**

Hilzzoo?

**Luke:**

My gizzirl!

**Alyssa:**

Brillzing her izzin!

**Luke:**

Izzo kizzay!

**Alyssa:**

Izzall rizzight

**Luke:**

Izzo kizzay!

**Alyssa:**

Izzall rizzight

Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee!

**Luke:**

Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!

**Alyssa:**

Hilzzoo?

**Luke:**

My gizzirl!

**Alyssa:**

Brillzing her izzin!