[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
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