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
Aint nothing better than these flavor buttas
Its 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?
Yall wack MCs, yall never, never
Talkin hard as a cock, but as light as a feather
Yall suspect hoes, yall suspect hoes
Takin off yall clothes, yall reject hoes
Yall feel the rhythm, Im bout to kill em
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
Nigga, slap, slap, huh
Right across your melon, easy
Yall little uh-huh
Tryna act bigger, dont 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, Im 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 dont wanna get smacked right quick
Wit a upper cut, tight fist
I dont give a fuck if you dont 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 Im sposed to do? Starve for you?
This aint sparkle nigga, I cant crawl for you
Thats 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 Im 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 dont 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
Im the M-S-J-A-D-E
Toes and lows, bling like Im B.G
I dont 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, its 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 shouldve 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