Timbaland - Slap! Slap! Slap! lyrics

[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 bu*tas 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 b**h like me become so cleva Yall wack MC's , yall never never Talkin hard as a co*k but is light as a feather Yall suspect ho's yall suspect ho's Takin off your clothe yall reject ho's Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to k** em [Hook] Missy (Timbaland) Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy (n***a,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 muthaf**a's wanna be my n***a Turn your man to a a**-licker Cheatin a** men means, cheatin as men Time to stop gamin and stay the f** in Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to k** em [Hook] 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 f** if you don't like this Still get paid to bust the right sh** Still get paid to hop 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 f** wit me you lose Step to me and get brused Your chances are not few, they none So what I'm b**hy 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 n***a talk sh** They just wanna learn me When they see me,I permentaly Damage they sh** internally And Slap!Slap! Slap! em right across the melon [Timbaland] n***a,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 n***a help, sh**, I write my own Just gimme a beat and a muthaf**in microphone Picture this sh** me Missy and Timbaland We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran Oh sh**, It's gettin kinda hot in here Oh sh**, Make n***as stop and stare Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy Smack the sh** 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] n***a,Slap!Slap!Slap! Right across your melon, easy