MISSY ELLIOTT Slap! Slap! Slap! Lyrics

Me and my clique
Run thrugh the gutter breakin down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duda
Ain't nothing better than these favorite b___as
It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he neva
How the hell a b____ like me become so celva
Yall wack MC's , y'all never never
Talkin hard as a c___ but is light as a feather
Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
Takin off your clothe y'all reject hoe's
Feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
n____ Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

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 m____fucka's wanna be my n____
Turn your man to a a__-licker
Cheatin a__ men means, cheatin as men
Time to stop gamin and stay the f___ in
Feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, p___to
I said Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, p___to

[Da Brat:]
You don't wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut like this
I don't give a f___ if you don't like this
Still get paid to bust the right s___
Still get paid to hop on the d___
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 far fa u, 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
f___ wit me you lose
Step to me and get brused
Your chances are not few, they none
So what I'm b____y
Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
In the front wit me
Tim hit OWW, wit the bang to the boggada beat
Burnin em wit the heat
It don't conser me, when n____ talk s___
They just wanna learn me
When they see me, I permentaly
Damage they s___ internally
And Slap! Slap!
Slap! em right across the melon

[Timbaland:]
n____, Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy

[Jade:]
I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.
I don't know n____ help, s___, I write my own
Just gimme a beat and a m____fuckin microphone
Picture this s___ me, Missy and Timbaland
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Oh s___, It's gettin kinda hot in here
Oh s___, Make n____s stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
Smack the s___ 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
Smack! Smack! Smack!
All up in your knogen, early
I said Smack! Smack! Smack!
All up in your knogen

[Timbaland:]
n____,Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy