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But when I walk by she eyeing me
Classy in the streets
A sheet freak right onside me
Keep your head up on the swivel
Cause these folks be grimey
Need

the morning comes around

Getting down with the band
Let me see you clap your hands
It's not a question, it's a demand

You asked me to all night long
So I'm

and I wanna have fun

Chorus

All you ladies, clap your hands, stomp your feet and grab your man

Chorus

Okay men, its your time, show the ladies whats

time to shine, with all 'em years gone by
It's your time to rhyme, experience divine
Ensure you're heard now, don't you act like a mime
Lost as a child,

Lookout Weekend

Trinere

Greatest Hits [Pandisc]

1989

to have fun 

Lookout weekend 'cause, here I come 
Because weekends were, made for fun 

All you ladies, clap your hands, stomp your feet and grab your

(On your marks)
(Set)
You won't find me wasting my time
Out the blocks, I told myself go
I'm my own Powerball, fuck the lotto
Only bet I'm taking I'm

each blessing one by one
for breath in your lungs and son risen
for making your lunch in your little kitchen
while the sound system bumps BoogiRoot drum

808

Blaque Ivory

Street Vibes, Vol. 4

2000

[Chorus]

Yo ain't nobody bang it like me
Stack it like me
Would'nt like me
Ask Kelly his orignal plan to get us large on that map by making you clap

Bimbo

Grady Martin

Juke Box Jamboree

1956

To see 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

Black-empowering 
Mutt

She put the power in my hands son
Said I'm way more than handsome 
Took me back to when my mother's last name was Hanson
Fair maiden 
Got her

niggas clap at you
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
These niggas not impressive at all
I barely noticed them
Your bricks cheaper 'cause you put
Too

It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news

To sweep the world like a shock wave

The mighty Man of Steel, once the super champion, admired by

for you

We'll go, Make your body move step by step
Un, deux, trois, let's count and stomp
Turn left quick, quick, Turn right click, click
Time

each others hand and talk shit on
Demand, get stopped with gun in hand, blamnd
This is still the murder capital
Niggas will clap you for your shoe
Money

Styles I Manifest

Capital Tax

The Swoll Package

1993

I bust the devestatin' rhymes like a sumo flex
To put the crook in your neck, so be glad you met, the vet
Who's set, to explode into the next mode

The Faster the Treadmill...

I Fight Dragons

Cool Is Just a Number

is leaving

If you feel like nobody understands you
Just smile and pray that they clap their hands
Come on baby drown your sorrow
Work today

and ghost me
I will smash your whole screen up
Said hand over the gold
You agreed to all of the terms in the prenup
Ain't messing with no broke broke honey

use the company
She wants me to meet up
Ok so where's the location
A motel by a gas and go station
I'm pulling up like when hands are quotations
She got

I wouldn't need more

Bitch put your hands down
I'm getting tired of giving out handouts
Think I'm the shit now
You want that feature
Get hit with

Just can't get enough of you
Oh yeah
Clap yo hands
Yo it's Smooth
I'm straight hitting from the west coast
West side
So turn the volume up
I'm about

everybody stomp your feet (alright) 
(now clap your hands)

That's the way, that's the way
That's the way that this go at the hillbilly disco
That's the way,

going ham
You can pat me on the back without the dagger in your hand
I've got inadequate demand to be the man but imma' do it
Matter fact fuck that
Let me

that you're broke beyond
Your wildest dreams
TT's used to shout 'em fiends
And needs the food
So that message was an SOS on SMS
If he's acting we clap

on packs 
Cooling with bags
Serving the fiends outside of back

Getting my bag filled up 
Full of the cash
I did the race
Yeah I did the dash
Your bitch all