[Intro: Missy Elliott]
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Something you can dance to
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Ooh, yeah
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Mmm, yeah
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Mmm, yeah
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Mmm, yeah, yeah
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Mmm, yeah
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Mmm, yeah
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Mmm, yeah
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[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
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Me and my clique
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Run through the gutters, breakin down shutters
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As the beats go, dun-dun-dun-dutta
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Aint nothing better than these flavor buttas
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Its like freakin with your lovers tryna bust his rubba
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Have him, have him undercover like he thought he never
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How the hell a bitch like me become so clever?
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Yall whack MCs, yall never, never
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Talkin hard as a cock but as light as a feather
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Yall suspect hoes, yall suspect hoes
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Takin off yall clothes, yall reject hoes
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Yall feel the rhythm, Im bout to kill em
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[Chorus: Missy Elliott & Timbaland]
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Slap, slap, slap
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Right across your melon, easy
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Nigga, slap, slap, huh
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Right across your melon, easy
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[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
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Yall little (Uh-huh)
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Tryna act bigger, dont you get the picture? (Uh-huh)
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Every freakin year I come with something sicker (Sicker)
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Fans takin flicks, wanna get my picture (Uh-huh)
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Freaks only speak, “Do you know Jigga?” (Uh-huh)
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Strange mother****** tryna be my nigga (Uh-huh)
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Turned your man to an ass-licker (Uh)
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Cheatin ass men, these cheatin ass men (Uh)
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Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in (Uh)
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You feel the rhythm, Im bout to kill em
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[Chorus: Da Brat, Missy Elliott & Timbaland]
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Smack, smack, smack
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Right across your melon, pronto
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Huh, I said, smack, smack, smack
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Right across your melon, pronto (Uh)
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[Verse 3: Da Brat]
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You dont wanna get smacked right quick
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Wit a upper cut, tight fist
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I dont give a fuck if you dont like this
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Still get paid to bust the right shit
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Still get paid when I hop on the dick
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Not a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
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But if you knock the boots, at least cop the coupe
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What Im sposed to do? Starve for you
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This aint sparkle nigga, I cant crawl for you
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Thats impossible
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I make the rules
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I pay the dues
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I wear the pants
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Bought the shoes, they Prada too
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Fuck with me, you lose
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Step to me and get bruised
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Your chances are not few, they none
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So what Im bitchy?
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Roll a fat blunt wit Missy in the front wit me
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Tim hit me, ow, with the bang to the boogie the beat
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Burnin em wit the heat
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It dont concern me, when niggas talk shit
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They just wanna learn me
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When they see me, I permanently damage they shit internally
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And slap, slap, slap em right across the melon (Haha)
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[Chorus: Timbaland]
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Nigga, slap, slap, huh
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Right across your melon, easy (Easy)
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[Verse 4: Ms. Jade]
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Im the M-S-J-A-D-E
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Toes and lows, bling like Im B.G
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I dont need you niggas help, shit, I write my own
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Gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone
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Picture this shit, me, Missy and Timbaland
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Was bout to take it to the streets, but the chicken ran
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Oh shit, its gettin kinda hot in here
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Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare
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Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
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Smack the shit out of Clyde cause Bonnie shouldve paid me
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Get old heads for they checks that sign right
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And I get lil boys for they dough on prom night
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‘Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
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Smack, smack, smack
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All up in your noggin, early
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I said, smack, smack, smack
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All up in your noggin
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[Chorus: Timbaland]
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Nigga, slap, slap, huh
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Right across your melon, easy
