Rumors Songtext
von 2 Too Many

You know, so we wanna clear the air
Let you all know what time of day it really is
Extra, extra, read all about it

Time and time again people they change and rearrange
The strangest things and it′s boggling my brain
Like Jack and Jill went up the hill
Jack was nibbling quick
Jill was a candlestick and Jack was waxing it
That's how it is when the story gets around to you
Switched up, flipped up, now how does it sound to you?

Miss Missy asked if she could kiss me, lick me
Screaming out, "Jazzy, please stick me"


I wasn′t with it, me hit it, man forget it
And the next day I heard somebody heard that I did it
Now what is this? Is Jazz the power pick for getting it?
I wish, mister he did it would get off my dick
Swinging my balls and biting on my butt cheeks
You're getting sleepy, so go to sleep or admit
You wanna be down with the Too Too Many crew
I can't believe somebody said I did something that I didn′t do

And do you blame me for being this angry?
I insist on being me, so why the hell are you trying to change me?
Ayo, you blatant baffies babbling bimbo
You tried to play me like Nintendo
You′re hanging in limbo
I suggest you be a little discreet or I'm knocking out your teeth
If you keep starting rumors about me now

Bertha, she wasn′t worth a dime
She was blabbity yakking and gossiping all the time
Spending 24/7 on the T-E-L-E
And every time I see her she got something to tell me
Who did what to who, why they did what and when
The Enquirer, they should just hire her
All day long sitting up in the window
Trying to keep track of where me and my friends go

Something happens and she throwing a fit


All in the toilet but she don't know nothing
I guess she′s jealous 'cause she never had real fun
Yak, yak, yak while she′s getting her nails done
She'll peek around and then she'll sit her down
With an open invitation to a conversation
Trying to be holy like a saint in the pulpit
But all the time preaching from a Bible of bull

Sucking on a chicken bone, picking her teeth
But real quick to say you ain′t heard that from me
I only got one thing to say to Miss B
Don′t be starting no rumors about me

Shut up motor mouth, I see you're moving a mile a minute
But butting your big fat trap up on the foot I been it
I′m getting fed up to here with the jealousy
And every other second people walking up telling me

About my business that I don't even know about
You know how I feel with the shoes that they′re blowing out
Then I catch an attitude because I'm the baddest dude
I gotta play it off by not getting mad or rude

I walk away and keep my head up in the air
Yeah, ′cause I don't wanna hear about my affairs
And if I tell you something I don't wanna hear it again
Just be keeping it to yourself, don′t tell anyone else
Don′t be talking about the stuff you hear or stuff you think is true
Keeping the info in your mouth is what you oughta do
Don't be spreading out the rumor just for people humor
Like tabloids, who′s to say that Troy's a bad boy?
All the lily gagging and chilling and Billy bragging
If it makes you feel big then throw your dukes up, nig

Just like Pinocchio your nose is growing so big
From the lies I gotta ask myself why