Missy Elliott - Slap, Slap, Slap Lyrics
[verse 1: missy]Me and my cliqueRun thur the gutter breakin down shutterAs the beat goes, dun dun dun dunaAint nothing better than these favorite buttasIts like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubbaHave him have him undercover like he thought he neverHow the hell a ***** like me become so celvayall wack mcs , yall never neverTalkin hard as a ***** but is light as a featherYall suspect hoes yall suspect hoestakin off your clothe yall reject hoesFell the rhythm, Im 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 liltryin act bigga dont yall get the pictureEvery freakin year I come wit something sickaFans takin flicks wanna get my picturefreaks only speak do you know jigga? Strange mutha*****as wanna be my niggaturn your man to a ass-lickerCheatin ass men means, cheatin as mentime to stop gamin and stay the ***** inFell the rhythm, Im 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 dont wanna get smacked right quickwit a upper cut like thisI dont give a ***** if you dont like thisstill get paid to bust the right shitStill get paid to hope on the dickIm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of lootBut if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coupWhat Im post to do, starve for youthis aint ? ? , I cant crawl for youThats impossiblei make the rulei pay the duesi wear the pantsBought the shoes, they prada too***** wit me you losestep to me and get brusedYour chances are not few, they noneso what Im *****yroll a phat blunt wit missyIn the front wit metim hit ahh, wit the bang to the boggada beatBurnin em wit the heatit dont conser me, when nigga talk shitThey just wanna learn mewhen they see me,i permentalydamage they shit internallyAnd slap!slap!slap! em right across the melon[timbaland]Nigga,slap!slap!slap!Right across your melon, easy[verse 4: jade]Im the m-s-j-a-d-eToes and lows , bling like Im b.g.i dont know nigga help, shit, I write my ownJust gimme a beat and a mutha*****in microphonePicture this shit me missy and timbalandWe bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ranOh shit, its gettin kinda hot in hereoh shit, make niggas stop and stareTalk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdysmack the shit out the clydeCause bonnie should have pay meget old heads for they checks that sign rightAnd I get lil boys for they doe on prom nightCause 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]Nigga,slap!slap!slap!right across your melon, easy
