[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
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 mother******✦ 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 fuck in (Uh)
You feel the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
[Chorus: Da Brat, Missy Elliott & Timbaland]
Smack, smack, smack
Right across✦ your melon,✦ pronto✦
Huh, I said, smack, smack, smack
Right across✦ your melon,✦ pronto✦ (Uh)
[Verse 3: Da Brat]
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)✦
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Nigga,✦ slap, slap, huh
Right across✦ your melon,✦ easy✦ (Easy)✦
[Verse 4: Ms. Jade]
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 muthafuckin' 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✦
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Nigga,✦ slap, slap, huh
Right across✦ your melon,✦ easy✦