Slap! Slap! Slap!(featuring Da Brat & Jade)-Missy Elliott

Me and my clique Run thrugh the gutter breakin down shutter As the beat goes, dun dun dun duda Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba Have him have him undercover like he thought he neva How the hell a b**ch like me become so celva Yall wack MC's , y'all never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's Takin off your clothe y'all reject hoe's Feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy Ni**a Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy Yall lil' Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture Every freakin year I come wit something sicka Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture Freak's only speak "Do you know Jigga" Strange muthaf**ka's wanna be my ni**a Turn your man to a a**-licker Cheatin a** men means, cheatin as men Time to stop gamin and stay the f**k in Feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, pronto I said Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, pronto [Da Brat:] You don't wanna get smacked right quick Wit a upper cut like this I don't give a f**k if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right sh*t Still get paid to hop on the dick I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup What I'm post to do, starve for you This ain't far fa u, I can't crawl for you That's impossible I make the rule I pay the dues I wear the pants Bought the shoes, they Prada too F**k wit me you lose Step to me and get brused Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm bitchy Roll a phat blunt wit Missy In the front wit me Tim hit OWW, wit the bang to the boggada beat Burnin em wit the heat It don't conser me, when ni**a talk sh*t They just wanna learn me When they see me, I permentaly Damage they sh*t internally And Slap! Slap! Slap! em right across the melon [Timbaland:] Ni**a, Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy [Jade:] I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G. I don't know ni**a help, sh*t, I write my own Just gimme a beat and a muthaf**kin microphone Picture this sh*t me, Missy and Timbaland We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran Oh sh*t, It's gettin kinda hot in here Oh sh*t, Make niggas stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the sh*t out the Clyde Cause Bonnie should have pay me Get old heads for they checks that sign right And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket Smack! Smack! Smack! All up in your knogen, early I said Smack! Smack! Smack! All up in your knogen [Timbaland:] Ni**a,Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy