Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap Your Hands, artist - Rah Digga. Album song Dirty Harriet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.01.2008
Record label: Elektra Entertainment
Song language: English
Clap Your Hands |
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 |
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 |
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) |