Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clap |
| Come on… stand up Staten Island* |
| Come on, what? |
| What? |
| Going down |
| Come on, clap, clap, clap |
| Ya’ll muthafuckas thought I was gone? |
| Come on, clap, clap, clap |
| Pop pop, muthafuckas, it’s on |
| Yo, it’s been a while since you heard the god, thought that I fell off? |
| I had to hibernate, yo, never that, congratulate the boss |
| My life’s like a movie feature, shit is hectic |
| The God paint the picture, but you slobs get the credit |
| You wonder why I’m still on the grind? |
| It’s just a way of life |
| What I got to do to live, this is what I got to give |
| Blood, sweat &energy, a thug don’t cry |
| Why should I shed tears? |
| Yo I’m in too deep, yo I was raised in |
| Yo, figure out my movements, federal watch |
| They said they got the boss snapshots, metal was cop |
| Catch me, graphical speaker, vision is clear |
| Could be the reefer, vision impaired, it gets deeper |
| Ch&agne, quarter to eight, makin''em sick |
| Face it, we bubble music like we jugglin’bricks |
| It’s a hustle, confrontation we handle |
| Beef we never worry, cash, we never worry |
| Pop pop, muthafuckas, it’s on… |
| Murder Island, oh shit, we don’t take no shit |
| Give me the dough quick, we roll so thick |
| How is it that trespasses ho’s get dick |
| What you know about this, we peep with the four-fifth |
| You can’t see the bulk of it, that’s our soldier shit |
| Peep the bolder fist, we uplift, first niggaz to win |
| First niggaz to flip, pop the clip for the architechts it’s |
| No glitter, no glamour, no necklace, young &restless |
| Fuck a VIP, fuck the guest list, we spit lungies |
| And spark asbestos, we on some next shit, it’s the best shit |
| Staten Island shit, Richmond Road be the exit |
| Don’t get your legs tripped… |
| Pop pop, muthafuckas, it’s on… |
| Woola heads representing Staten Island’s criminal slums |
| We got the dirtiest sweatpants, but bit, we got bullets in the guns |
| Ass full of jums, blood all over my burberry |
| Do what I gotta do to eat, eat what I gotta eat |
| The Theodore Unit, got the security |
| I’m harder than shots of tequila, Solomon |
| A/K/A killa, deal 'em with the fever |
| Pop a nigga head off, when I’m feeling the fever |
| More clips from my motion picture, what’s good about it? |
| And what’s bad about it, my ancestors speak Egyptian |
| Who wanna preview the killings first? |