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Slap! slap! slap! Lyrics

Slap! slap! slap! by Missy Misdemeanor Elliott  

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Slap! slap! slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Featuring Da Brat & Jade

[Verse 1: Missy] 
Me and my clique 
Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter 
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna 
Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas 
It's 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 MC's , yall never never 
Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather 
Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's 
Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's 
Fell the rhythm, I'm 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 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 muthafucka's 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, I'm 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 don't wanna get smacked right quick 
Wit a upper cut like this 
I don't give a fuck if you don't like this 
Still get paid to bust the right shit 
Still get paid to hope on the dick 
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 ??, 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 
Fuck wit me you lose 
Step to me and get brused 
Your chances are not few, they none 
So what I'm 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 don't 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] 
I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E 
Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G. 
I don't 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, It's 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 lil' 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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