Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap Your Hands, artist - Guilty Simpson.
Date of issue: 02.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clap Your Hands |
Yeh, you know it yeh |
Detroit City |
Guilty Simpson, clap it up y’all |
Beats at will, yeah |
I don’t really care what squad you wit |
Cause a real nigga don’t need sponsorship |
And a posse don’t make me hard |
I’m a leader so I gotta play these cards and face these odds |
Ain’t no time to chase these broads |
Tryin to get paper to create these jobs |
And it’s a fact when you’re black that you don’t know how to act |
When your bellybutton’s touchin your back, yeah |
That’s why a lot of us fuck with the crack |
Cause it’s the easiest way to double your stacks |
And all the hoes scream «Where the hustlers at?» |
Usually the pretty chick with the bubble in back |
Word to Dilla dawg I’mma get it all |
Combination safe behind the picture on the wall |
Even though moms raised me right |
I swear to God rap shit saved my life |
Yeah, all the people in the back sippin 'gnac |
We representin for y’all niggas, do it! |
(«clap your hands») |
C’mon, it’s a party |
(«You and you and you to clap your hands») Everybody |
All my people with the drinks in your cups |
Turn the muh’fuckers up and go nuts |
My mood swings like pendulums; |
I got two birds |
One’s a middle finger and trust me that’s the friendly one |
Because my Desert Eagle will kill all who envies him |
We transport info quicker than Pentiums |
I’m gutter, what I’m spittin is classic |
So walk on eggshells or I bury you bastards |
I rep the D, so when you speak about me |
I’m the letter between C and E |
In fact I’m the 1 between 3 and 3 |
With a smokin gun commitin B and E’s |
And I don’t fake at all, all I can be is me |
And if you don’t like it I dare you to get excited |
Detroit nigga my area is the tightest |
The raps come easy, live it see it and write it |
Drug wars, shootouts, mentally sick men |
Naturally my breed’s equipped with thick skin |