Slap! Slap! Slap! Lyrics

Me and my clique Run through 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 Y'all wack MC's, y'all never never
Talkin' hard as a cock but is light as a feather Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's Takin' off your clothe y'all reject hoe's Fell the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy (Nigga,Slap! Slap!) (Right across your melon, easy)
Y'all lil', tryin' act bigga don't y'all 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 motherfucker'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
Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, pronto (I said, “Slap! Slap! Slap!) (Right across your melon, pronto)
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 [unverified] , 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 ah, 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 permanently Damage they shit internally and Slap! Slap! Slap! 'Em right across the melon
Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy
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
Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap! Right across your melon, easy