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Missy Elliott

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

[Interlude: Missy Elliott]
Something you can dance to
Uh, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah

[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Me and my clique
Run through the gutters, breakin' down shutters
As the beats go, dun dun dun dutta
Ain't nothing better than these flavor buttas
It's like freakin with your lover tryna bust his rubba
Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never
How the hell a b*tch like me become so clever
Y'all whack MC's, y'all never never
Talkin' hard as a c*ck but as light as a feather
Y'all suspect hoes, y'all suspect hoes
Takin off your clothes, y'all reject ho's
Y'all feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

[Hook: Missy Elliott & Timbaland]
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
n*gga, Slap! Slap!, huh
Right across your melon, easy


[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
Y'all little
Tryna act bigger, don't ya get the picture?
Every freakin year I come with something sicker
Fans takin flicks wanna get my picture
Freaks only speak "Do you know Jigga?"
Strange mutha[f*cka's] tryna be my n*gga
Turned your man to an ass-licker
Cheatin' ass men means, cheatin' as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the f*ck in
You feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

[Hook: Missy Elliott with Da Brat & Timbaland]
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Right across your melon, pronto
I said, Smack! Smack! Smack!
Right across your melon, pronto
(Uh)

[Verse 3: Da Brat]
You don't wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut, tight fist
I don't give a f*ck if you don't like this
Still get paid to bust the right sh*t
Still get paid when I hop on the di*k
Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coup
What I'm post to do, starve for you
This ain't "f*ck wit a n*gga", I can't crawl for you
That's impossible
I make the rules
I pay the dues
I wear the pants
Bought the shoes, they Prada too
f*ck with me you lose
Step to me and get bruised
Your chances are not few, they none
So what I'm b*tchy?
Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
In the front wit me
Tim hit me oww, with the bang to the boogie the beat
Burnin em wit the heat
It don't concern me, when n*ggas talk sh*t
They just wanna learn me
When they see me, I permanently damage they sh*t internally
And Slap! Slap!
Slap! em' right across the melon, ha-ha

[Hook: Timbaland]
n*gga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

[Verse 4: Ms. Jade]
I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G
I don't need you n*ggas help, sh*t, I write my own
Gimme a beat and a muthaf*ckin microphone
Picture this sh*t, me, Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran
Oh sh*t, it's gettin kinda hot in here
Oh sh*t, make n*ggas stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye-a-birdy
Smack the sh*t out of Clyde
Cause Bonnie should have pay me
Get old heads for they checks that sign right
And I get lil' boys for they dough on prom night
Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Smack! Smack! Smack!
All up in your noggin, early
I said, Smack! Smack! Smack!
All up in your noggin

[Hook: Timbaland]
n*gga, Slap! Slap!, huh
Right across your melon, easy

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