Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clap , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clap , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопClap |
| Watch out |
| He’s coming |
| He’s coming |
| I know the freshest way to move you |
| Put so much dope in the flow |
| Before I release a single, I need FDA |
| Approval |
| You stepped this way to do who? |
| It’s best you stay in neutral |
| I’ve got explosives from comp |
| I eject in they Izuzu |
| Calicos that shred away they FUBU |
| And leave you with a penetrated noodle |
| When I elevate the two-two |
| See when I play its brutal |
| You stepping to a 300 pound wolf |
| And yous just a feather weighted poodle |
| I won’t hesitate to do you |
| Fill those properties |
| The most evil philosophy |
| Since Satan’s spirit went inside of Socrates |
| That can lead to more monstrosities |
| Possibly cause when you rock the ozone |
| It’s like the crowd turned into apostrophes |
| (Cashmere) |
| Make no thing about it |
| It’s got to be, being Halle’s pubic |
| Is only way you’ll be on top of me |
| Dough I’m constantly striving to cop the suit to rob with me |
| Honestly, I’m so sick I need the CDC to market me |
| And that’s the Bronx in me, taunting me |
| To big nigga shit, wig splitter shit |
| Want to hear a peaceful joint, this isn’t it |
| I’m not happy unless I’m paid and this is a lick |
| Then I gets ignorant, so expect it lord |
| There be at least two red corners like a checkerboard |
| The rest are floored, no way to detect the raw |
| My album bang, by the last track your neck get sore |
| «Clap, don’t applaud» — M.O.P. |
| 'Everyday' |
| «When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner» — Nas 'Too Hot' |
| «Make ‘em clap to this» — Eric B & Rakim 'Eric B. Is President' |
| «Clap, don’t applaud» |
| «Make ‘em clap to this» |
| «Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud» — Redman 'W.K.Y.A.' |
| «Clap, don’t applaud» |
| «When I rap, don’t wait to clap, applaud sooner» |
| «Make ‘em clap to this» |
| «Clap, don’t applaud» |
| «Make ‘em clap to this» |
| «Thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud» |
| Yo, there’s a lot of guns clapping from city to city nowadays |
| Thugs are gritty and willing to go out in a blaze |
| Late night, guns go pop where the violence is |
| Wake the whole block, we can’t afford silencers |
| Popping out here with gun play |
| Even model bitches get clapped in the Time Square subway |
| In broad day, popping for thousands to witness |
| Get clapped shopping in the diamond district |
| I stared down the barrel of my uncle’s rifle |
| He had a scope on it with a little red light too |
| My crew used to bring guns to Catholic school |
| Shirt and tie with a 22 strapped to the shoe |
| Nah, I don’t even hit kids, kill them rugrats |
| Wait until they get big so they can feel the gun clap |
| If you decide to cross the line that your life is on |
| You better be holding and I don’t mean a microphone |
| I’m a real live loose cannon with a loose cannon |
| Explosive genius, making bombs out of tooth laminate |
| Walked into the church and let my mother fucking gun spray |
| Pissed the fuck off cause Chic-Fil-A's closed on Sunday’s |
| Back up my life and then easily delete yours |
| Go against the grain like I got beef with a feed store |
| Locked in the bing, I’m sticking CO’s with oxes |
| Should have been a postal worker, putting PO’s in boxes |
| My hands write murderous notebooks |
| So Jehovah took those so shook soldiers |
| Who claim they so hard but ain’t no |
| Crooks |
| My face turn green from the light inside the night scope |
| In grassy knolls and hoods, right next to the white folks |
| I got you walking tight ropes, you might hope |
| That Celph Titled is not who he seems to be |
| I eagerly wait with heaters with beams aimed deeply |
| Where your people be |
| Your local eatery’s not safe no more |
| Until my desert eagle sprays no more |
| (Celph Titled) Yeah, Celph Titled, the mother fucking Rubix Cuban |
| (Oktober) Yeah, Oktober the zero, about to pass the heat to Cashmere |
| Yo, Cash, don’t leave that laying around, you know how we do, you know how |
| Celph start acting with them things, haha |
| (Celph Titled) Noah on the mother fucking beat, yeah, we going to make ‘em clap |
| to this one, Tampa to the BX, p-on and all that, you know what I mean, |
| let’s do this shit, watch your neck piece |