[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!
