Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap, artist - Saigon. Album song The Greatest Story Never Told, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.02.2011
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Clap |
| We try our best to survive |
| (We ain’t runnin away) |
| And keep our heads to the sky |
| (Y'all never will lead us astray) |
| Kiss that stress and depression goodbye |
| (Chase all of our troubles away) |
| If we could just get it right |
| (Then everything, it should be okay) |
| Oh okay |
| Do away with the clubs and the drug spots |
| Do away with the judge and the mug shots |
| Like we do away with the day when the sun drops |
| Clap your hands if you tired of hearin gunshots |
| Or hearin news about who got popped |
| By another black man or knockin a white cop |
| If I ain’t there when it start I’m there when the fight stop like ock |
| Slow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, ya |
| We gotta start helpin each other, quit hurtin each other |
| Money’ll have a nigga thinkin 'bout murkin his mother |
| How does it feel bein slaves to a dollar bill? |
| Givin you somethin y’all can feel, are y’all for real? |
| Do away with all the Chinese restaurants |
| Do away with all the fake Gloria Estefans |
| Clap your hands if you gettin up in some real estate |
| Buy the crib ma, the Benz with the wheels could wait |
| I 'member I used to instigate |
| Now I’m the one breakin up the fight makin sure that detention’s straight |
| Will let a nigga get the heart to push me |
| I’ll snuff the biggest nigga with him, show him that his partner pussy |
| You ain’t got to be soft to be compete |
| I’m like the Martin Luther King then I knock out some teeth |
| Now I’m a flip it and shift it, give it prolific |
| Case niggaz just get it twisted, forget that I’m so gifted |
| Do away with the jails and the group homes |
| Like we did away with the shells and the two-tone |
| Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit |
| Cause we don’t just make songs, we make statements |
| Do away with the hip-hop police force |
| Fuck the pigs, I was taught not to eat pork |
| Clap your hands if you ain’t forget where you came from |
| Clap again if you ready to see a change come |
| I used to live in the same slum |
| As Mike Tyson and Riddick Bowe, that’s where the knuckle game from |
| Spring Valley had the same bums |
| We had to stay in, I ain’t hang late cause we ain’t have a income |
| Now I be on the track like when the train come |
| And I don’t rap to just jaw-jack, nigga I be sayin somethin! |
| And with my man Just Bliggity Blaze |
| You’re just about to witness history made |
| Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap |
| Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit (clap) |
| Clap, y’all, clap |
| Let’s, let’s, let’s go! |
| Oh okay (mmmmmmmm) |
| Oh okay, we’re tryin our best to survive |
| Oh okay, tell me when we’re gonna get it riiiiight |
| Oh okay, just keep our heads to the sky |
| Oh okay, kiss that stress and depression goodbye |
| Oh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay (ohhhhh) |
| Oh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay (keep your heads to the sky) |
| Oh okay (mm-hmm) oh okay (hey heyyyyyyy!) |
| Oh okay (ohhhh!) oh okay (yeah) |
| Oh okay, ohhhhhhhhhhh ohhhohhhhhhh |
| Oh okay, tell me when we’re gonna get it riiiiight |
| Oh okay, all we gotta do is keep our heads to the sky |
| Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me now |
| Oh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (oh-hohhhh) |
| Oh okay (OHHH!) oh okay (gonna be alright now) |
| Oh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (ooh ohhhhhhhh) |
| Oh okay, oh okay (okay) |
| Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me now |
| Oh okay, ohh yeahhhhhhh |