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Slap! Slap! Slap! (Ft. Da Brat & Jade)

๐Ÿ‘ค Missy Elliott โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Miss E...So Addictive โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:05
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 30630

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Something you can dance to
Ooh, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm, yeah

Me and my clique
Run through the gutters, breakin' down shutters
As the beats go, dun-dun-dun-dutta
Ain't nothing better than these flavor buttas
It's like freakin' with your lovers tryna bust his rubba
Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never

How the hell a bitch like me become so clever?
Y'all wack MC's, y'all never, never
Talkin' hard as a cock, but as light as a feather
Y'all suspect hoes, y'all suspect hoes
Takin' off y'all clothes, y'all reject hoes
Y'all feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em

Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
Nigga, slap, slap, huh
Right across your melon, easy

Y'all little (uh-huh)
Tryna act bigger, don't you get the picture? (Uh-huh)
Every freakin' year I come with something sicker (sicker)
Fans takin' flicks, wanna get my picture (uh-huh)
Freaks only speak, "Do you know Jigga?" (uh-huh)

Strange motherf- tryna be my nigga (uh-huh)
Turned your man to an ass-licker (uh)
Cheatin' ass men, these cheatin' ass men (uh)
Time to stop gamin' and stay the f- in (uh)
You feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em

Smack! Smack! Smack!
Right across your melon, pronto
Huh, I said, "Smack! Smack! Smack!"
Right across your melon, pronto (uh)

You don't wanna get smacked right quick
Wit' a upper cut, tight fist
I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
Still get paid to bust the right shit
Still get paid when I hop on the dick
Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coupe
What I'm s'posed to do? Starve for you?
This ain't sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you
That's impossible

I make the rules, I pay the dues
I wear the pants
Bought the shoes, they Prada too
Fuck with me, you lose
Step to me and get bruised
Your chances are not few, they none

So what I'm bitchy?
Roll a fat blunt wit' Missy in the front wit' me
Tim' hit me, ow, with the bang to the boogie the beat
Burnin' 'em wit the heat
It don't concern me, when niggas talk shit
They just wanna learn me
When they see me, I permanently damage they shit internally
And slap, slap, slap 'em right across the melon (haha)

Nigga, slap, slap, huh
Right across your melon, easy (easy)

I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G
I don't need you niggas help, shit, I write my own
Gimme a beat and a motherfuckin' microphone
Picture this shit, me, Missy and Timbaland
Was 'bout to take it to the streets, but the 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 of Clyde 'cause Bonnie should've paid me
Get old heads for they checks that sign right
And I get lil' boys for they dough on prom night
'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Smack, smack, smack
All up in your noggin, early
I said, smack, smack, smack
All up in your noggin

Nigga, slap, slap, huh
Right across your melon, easy

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.06] Something you can dance to
[00:04.33] Ooh, yeah
[00:06.90] Mmm, yeah
[00:09.75] Mmm, yeah
[00:12.61] Mmm, yeah, yeah
[00:15.27] Mmm, yeah
[00:18.12] Mmm, yeah
[00:20.96] Mmm, yeah
[00:24.39] Me and my clique
[00:26.70] Run through the gutters, breakin' down shutters
[00:29.18] As the beats go, dun-dun-dun-dutta
[00:31.90] Ain't nothing better than these flavor buttas
[00:34.73] It's like freakin' with your lovers tryna bust his rubba
[00:37.42] Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never
[00:40.32] How the hell a bitch like me become so clever?
[00:43.09] Y'all wack MC's, y'all never, never
[00:46.00] Talkin' hard as a cock, but as light as a feather
[00:48.85] Y'all suspect hoes, y'all suspect hoes
[00:51.76] Takin' off y'all clothes, y'all reject hoes
[00:54.56] Y'all feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
[00:57.45] Slap! Slap! Slap!
[00:59.09] Right across your melon, easy
[01:02.82] Nigga, slap, slap, huh
[01:04.52] Right across your melon, easy
[01:09.84] Y'all little (uh-huh)
[01:11.59] Tryna act bigger, don't you get the picture? (Uh-huh)
[01:14.03] Every freakin' year I come with something sicker (sicker)
[01:16.90] Fans takin' flicks, wanna get my picture (uh-huh)
[01:19.62] Freaks only speak, "Do you know Jigga?" (uh-huh)
[01:22.43] Strange motherf- tryna be my nigga (uh-huh)
[01:25.28] Turned your man to an ass-licker (uh)
[01:27.98] Cheatin' ass men, these cheatin' ass men (uh)
[01:30.95] Time to stop gamin' and stay the f- in (uh)
[01:33.90] You feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
[01:36.63] Smack! Smack! Smack!
[01:38.17] Right across your melon, pronto
[01:41.46] Huh, I said, "Smack! Smack! Smack!"
[01:43.66] Right across your melon, pronto (uh)
[01:47.53] You don't wanna get smacked right quick
[01:48.55] Wit' a upper cut, tight fist
[01:49.45] I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
[01:50.50] Still get paid to bust the right shit
[01:52.06] Still get paid when I hop on the dick
[01:53.47] Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
[01:54.71] But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coupe
[01:56.28] What I'm s'posed to do? Starve for you?
[01:57.55] This ain't sparkle nigga, I can't crawl for you
[01:59.02] That's impossible
[01:59.64] I make the rules, I pay the dues
[02:01.12] I wear the pants
[02:01.87] Bought the shoes, they Prada too
[02:03.30] Fuck with me, you lose
[02:04.70] Step to me and get bruised
[02:06.10] Your chances are not few, they none
[02:07.83] So what I'm bitchy?
[02:08.93] Roll a fat blunt wit' Missy in the front wit' me
[02:11.48] Tim' hit me, ow, with the bang to the boogie the beat
[02:14.05] Burnin' 'em wit the heat
[02:15.05] It don't concern me, when niggas talk shit
[02:17.20] They just wanna learn me
[02:18.59] When they see me, I permanently damage they shit internally
[02:21.42] And slap, slap, slap 'em right across the melon (haha)
[02:26.18] Nigga, slap, slap, huh
[02:28.46] Right across your melon, easy (easy)
[02:32.43] I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
[02:35.72] Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G
[02:38.73] I don't need you niggas help, shit, I write my own
[02:41.30] Gimme a beat and a motherfuckin' microphone
[02:44.18] Picture this shit, me, Missy and Timbaland
[02:46.85] Was 'bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran
[02:49.65] Oh shit, it's gettin' kinda hot in here
[02:52.32] Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare
[02:55.25] Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
[02:57.60] Smack the shit out of Clyde 'cause Bonnie should've paid me
[03:00.58] Get old heads for they checks that sign right
[03:03.26] And I get lil' boys for they dough on prom night
[03:06.09] 'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
[03:08.84] Smack, smack, smack
[03:10.48] All up in your noggin, early
[03:13.22] I said, smack, smack, smack
[03:15.85] All up in your noggin
[03:18.87] Nigga, slap, slap, huh
[03:21.42] Right across your melon, easy
[03:26.26]

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