Tytuł: Clap your hands

• Wykonawca: Rah Digga
• Wyświetleń: 316

Yo Yo Yo Yo
   Everybody
   Everybody
   Everybody
  
   Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
   What was it like try'na get up in the game
   Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes
   Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
   Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion
   TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version
   Now tell everybody what be going through your mind
   Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
   Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right
   Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic
   Make sure they got water stay steady with the light
   And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight
   Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp
   How we be rolling, when we work and we lam
   Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six
   And another set of caps double that in the Bricks
   Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
   Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
   Now tell everybody what be going through your brains
   Celeb chick up in the rap game
   Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane
   Take a whole lot of money
   Fuck around and ride the train
   Say my voice too maley, can't understand me
   No album out superbitch won a Grammy
  
  
   Chorus:
   All the ladies in the place clap your hands
   All the fellas in the house clap your hands
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
  
  
   Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block
   In New Jerus where the crime don't stop
   See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
   If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins
   Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
   Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims
   Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way
   Who like to hustle
   Lose scams everyday
   Type of chicks hit first
   Even let they kids curse
   Get a check every month
   Day job as a nurse
   I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers
   So I'ma get slick
   Evict they own man running
   Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
   Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash
   Drinking all type of goodies
   Sending heads on a run
   Everytime I pass a L
   Here comes another one
   Now bitch got the munchies
   Making heads front me
   Dipping in the dro
   Niggas fuck around and jump me
   Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock
   Now where we headed when the block get hot
   Now we speeding on the Ave.
   Puffing on lots of gandas
   Pumping Jay shit
   Somebody got Nastradamus
   Kicking one-liners
   Car full of rhymers
   Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us
   Now tell everybody where you heard it all first
   Type of shit going into Digga verse
   Say intellect punch lines
   Kill 'em all one time
   Voice still crazy
   Even when I kick my fun rhymes
   Digga supreme
   Clientele like ghost faces
   Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases
  
  
   Chorus:
   All the ladies in the place clap your hands
   All the fellas in the house clap your hands
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Everybody (Everybody)
   Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)