| «Clap your hands to the beat… clap-clap your hands to the beat…»
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| «Clap your hands to the beat… clap-clap your hands to the beat…»
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| «If you came tonight, and you feel all gold
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| Somebody say HOOOOOOOO! |
| (HOOOOOOOOOO!)
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| HOOOOOOOO! |
| (HOOOOOOOOOO!) And you don’t stop»
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| Yo, yo
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| I stay loose like a, decayed tooth
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| Call shots like Babe Ruth, sippin the Grey Goose
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| The Je-sus of rap, you haters just mad
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| Cause is on the map, to blaze up the track black
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| My style, when I be rippin this
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| Is like Shallow Hal before the hypnotist
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| E-S, cats be sayin 'I hate you'
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| Cause I spit shit that they can’t relate to
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| Like havin bangin girls date you;
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| Wanna rape you, taste you, embrace you
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| Havin dope beat makers wanna lace you
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| Fans chase you, cats scared to face you
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| Plus, I stay in the latest gear
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| This Red Stripe, ain’t Jamaican beer
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| (Is that Prada?) No doubt, now you can find us
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| Buyin out the bars like we’re payin ghostwriters, now
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| Young ladies throw your drinks up (throw 'em up)
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| Make your waist and the bassline sync up
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| To my thug cats with they arms inked up
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| Throw 'em up what? |
| Throw 'em up what?
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| To my fly girls lookin pretty (yeah I see you)
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| Throw your things up, rep y’all city (rep that)
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| Everybody if y’all with me
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| Throw 'em up WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?
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| We came with five chicks who say they models
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| Sippin out the Belve' just like it was a 40 bottle
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| Meet up with Jah-Sun, we just the freshest
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| Pass your front line, fuck your guest list
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| Who is this? |
| Slide to the bar see
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| Drinkin Bacardi, no need for Pepsi
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| And when I’m sippin Grey, no need for Ocean Spray
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| Flag it down in style with a glass of Hennessy
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| That’s for you darlin, let’s go and sit a while
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| When we sat down she told me that she liked my style
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| Oh really now? |
| This girl wasn’t playin games
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| Give out the brain and I didn’t even catch her name
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| (Yo that shit is ill) Beyonder always tell hoes
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| To hop the orange line and take their broken ass to Telos
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| (That's real) But yo it gets worse
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| Cause I dipped out the club with her Burberry purse
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| w/ ad libs
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| Yo, I stay rap related, it’s just my style though
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| No matter where I be, intro to outro
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| In an 80's club, listenin to Falco
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| With a chick lookin like Gwynneth Paltrow
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| While y’all girls eatin Alpo
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| And tryin on the size 18 out though
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| I’m so live, flow I pro-vide
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| In N.Y., I keep it gully like low tide
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| Shorty said I’m so mean
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| Cause I’m 27, and she was 19
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| (What does that mean?) Yo that’s just my reason
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| I told her, you’ll understand when you’re older
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| I’m a soldier (I'm goin with you Sea)
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| No you can leave your playpen when I say when
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| It’s iron in the mentals, standin eight ten
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| Goin straight to heaven I plan to make friends so
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| w/ ad libs
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| «Clap your hands to the beat… clap-clap your hands to the beat…»
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| «Clap your hands to the beat… clap-clap your hands to the beat…»
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| «Clap your hands to the beat… clap-clap your hands to the beat…»
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| «Clap your hands to the beat… clap-clap your hands to the beat…» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Throw 'em Up , by - 7L & Esoteric. Song from the album Moment Of Rarities, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп