Slap! Slap! Slap! Lyrics - Jade

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