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