Lyric Slap! Slap! Slap!

[Verse 1: Missy]
Me and my clique
Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
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 never
How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
Yall wack MC s , yall never never
Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
Yall suspect hoe s yall suspect hoe s
Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe s
Fell the rhythm, I m bout to kill em

[Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)
Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

(Nigga,Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy)

[Verse 2: Missy]
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 muthafucka s wanna be my nigga
Turn your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Fell the rhythm, I m bout to kill em

[Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)
Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pronto

(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pronto)

[Verse 3: Da Brat]
You don t wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut like this
I don t give a fuck if you don t like this
Still get paid to bust the right shit
Still get paid to hope 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 ??, 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
Fuck 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 AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat
Burnin em wit the heat
It don t conser me, when nigga talk shit
They just wanna learn me
When they see me,I permentaly
Damage they shit internally
And Slap!Slap!
Slap! em right across the melon

[Timbaland]
Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

[Verse 4: Jade]
I m the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows , bling like I m B.G.
I don t know nigga help, shit, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone
Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh Shit, It s gettin kinda hot in here
Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
Smack the shit 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
Slap!Slap!Slap!
All up in your knogen, early
I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
All up in your knogen

[Timbaland]
Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy