Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Missy Elliot - 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 Ainīt nothing better than these favorite buttas Itīs 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 MCīs , yall never never Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather Yall suspect hoeīs yall suspect hoeīs Takin off your clothe yall reject hoeīs Fell the rhythm, Iīm 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 lilī Tryin act bigga donīt yall get the picture Every freakin year I come wit something sicka Fanīs takin flickīs wanna get my picture Freakīs only speak "Do you know Jigga?" Strange muthafuckaīs 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, Iīm 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 donīt wanna get smacked right quick Wit a upper cut like this I donīt give a fuck if you donīt like this Still get paid to bust the right shit Still get paid to hope on the dick Iīm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup What Iīm post to do, starve for you This ainīt ??, I canīt crawl for you Thatīs 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 Iīm 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 donīt 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] Iīm the M-S-J-A-D-E Toes and lows , bling like Iīm B.G. I donīt 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, Itīs 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 lilī 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