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Song title: Missy Elliott - Slap, Slap, Slap

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[verse 1: missy]
Me and my clique
Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
Aint nothing better than these favorite buttas
Its 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 celvayall wack mcs , yall never never
Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
Yall suspect hoes yall suspect hoestakin off your clothe yall reject hoes
Fell 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 picture
Every freakin year I come wit something sicka
Fans takin flicks wanna get my picturefreaks only speak do you know jigga? 
Strange muthafuckas wanna be my niggaturn your man to a ass-licker
Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as mentime to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Fell 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 this
I dont give a fuck if you dont like thisstill get paid to bust the right shit
Still get paid to hope on the dickIm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
What Im post to do, starve for youthis aint ? ? , I cant crawl for you
Thats impossiblei make the rulei pay the duesi wear the pants
Bought the shoes, they prada toofuck wit me you losestep to me and get brused
Your chances are not few, they noneso what Im bitchyroll a phat blunt wit missy
In the front wit metim hit ahh, wit the bang to the boggada beat
Burnin em wit the heatit dont conser me, when nigga talk shit
They just wanna learn mewhen they see me,i permentalydamage 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]
Im the m-s-j-a-d-e
Toes and lows , bling like Im b.g.i dont 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, its gettin kinda hot in hereoh shit, make niggas stop and stare
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdysmack the shit out the clyde
Cause bonnie should have pay meget 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 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