Lyrics:
and ah
It’s big T papa
You don’t gotta clap for a legend
You shut the fuck up homie standard attention
Soon as my name is mentioned
They throw me a couple
the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh)
why'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
Zip the flour roll the dough
Clap your
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
your fingers and clap your hands
Our DJ's better than all these bands
Huh
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't
is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is the shit I'm not the ordinary prick I holla it, step back Jack Or collide with two fist Blam!
started by the kitchen
Lifetime of hard work shit was gone in twenty minutes
I'm a menace I'm built different what I learned
Respect isn't given hell nah
[Wakin' up, he poors his cup of coffee
pains of hunger won't go away, haven't gone away in years
(CHORUS 1
clap clap
clap your hands right now
stand
Throw it back bend it over girl touch your toes
Right cheek left cheek shake that ass like a pro
Wiggle wiggle jiggle jiggle watch that ass go
Make
the Hennessey
And she from Tennessee, grabbed her by the hand let me take the lead
Seconds later she was on her knees
Yea she gonna
Give Lewinsky, because she
hands together, give me a soul clap
Where's my bro's at? Giving you a soul clap
Where my ladies? Drive em crazy, ya know that
Rhythm and poetry, give me
down south, buy you a big house"
He all talk he got a big mouth
Clap,clap,clap
Shhh
What's that sound?
Said I'm fucking on your bitch now
On your bitch
where you choosing to stand
Still no hatred as harbored, unless you raising your hand
Me knocking your hustle just isn't part of the plan
Man to man
If I
doing just for the night
And if you fuck with me I’m guaranteed to change ya life
Uh
Now everybody just clap your hands like this
Just clap your hands
actin' like beginners
I believe in myself,I got faith in my raps
I put my hustle on god
It's Hallelujah Amen
Clap your hands and be proud when fellas
Accelerate to straight
and abdicate the hate
Clap, raise and clap your hands
Stomp, Stomp
Four, Core, Three,
Free, Two, True,
One, here we go......
Look
clap your hands to what he's doin')
Tellin' you why, real niggas don't die!
I just want to celebrate!
I just want to celebrate!
Real niggas don't die
to your refrain
Now rise up everything that lives!
Flap your wings and leap for joy!
Oh forest lift your arms and sway!
Clap your hands you ocean
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
doubt)
I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to me
I'll clap you if my niggas is daring me
Your God is dumping your face
Then run up and choke
mouth shut and you tied up your hands
It would be tricky for them to understand
Same thing with our feelings, we need to give them a name
Joyful
[Cowboy]
You don't stop and everybody hiphop
You don't stop and then find your ?
Just clap your hands and get on the go
Then you rock to the beat in
it's best they're never Used
One hand claps, other hand stands still
One man blabs on and on until he's not real
How many times I gotta tell you not
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
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