Missy Elliott - 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 b*tch like me become so celvaYall wack MC's , yall never never
Talkin hard as a c*ck but is light as a feather
Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe'sTakin off your clothe yall reject hoe's
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill emChorus Missy (Timbaland)Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, easy(nigg*,Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, easy)
Verse 2: MissyYall 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 pictureFreak's only speak o you know Jigga?
Strange muth*fka's wanna be my nigg*Turn your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin as* men means, cheatin as menTime to stop gamin and stay the fk in
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

Chorus
Missy (Timbaland)Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pr*nto(I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
Right across your melon, pr*nto)

Verse 3: Da Brat
You don't wanna get smacked right quickWit a upper cut like this
I don't give a fk if you don't like thisStill get paid to bust the right s**t
Still get paid to hope on the d*ckI'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 youThis ain't ??, I can't crawl for you
That's impossibleI make the ruleI pay the duesI wear the pants
Bought the shoes, they Prada toofk wit me you loseStep to me and get brused
Your chances are not few, they noneSo what I'm b*tchyRoll a phat blunt wit Missy
In the front wit meTim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat
Burnin em wit the heatIt don't conser me, when nigg* talk s**t
They just wanna learn meWhen they see me,I permentalyDamage they s**t internally
And Slap!Slap!Slap! em right across the melon

Timbaland
nigg*,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 nigg* help, s**t, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a muth*fkin microphone
Picture this s**t me Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh s**t, It's gettin kinda hot in hereOh s**t, Make stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdySmack the s**t out the Clyde
Cause Bonnie should have pay meGet 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 pocketSlap!Slap!Slap!
All up in your knogen, earlyI said,Slap!Slap!Slap!All up in your knogen

Timbaland
nigg*,Slap!Slap!Slap!Right across your melon, easy

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