Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap, artist - Celph Titled. Album song The Gatalog, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2002
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Clap |
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 |