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The Daisy/Tiger Records Story: Everybody Come Clap Your Hands! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Come on Everybody (Us3) · Come On Everybody (TM Network) · Everybody Come on Out (Stanley Turrentine) · Everybody Come On (Mr. Reds) · Everybody Come on Out (Stanley Turrentine) · Come On Everybody (Red Fox Bluesband) · Young John Young [Japan] (John Young) · Young and Still Young (Teddy Redell) · Young John Young (John Young) – and 90 other albums »


a man with a big long fat cigar
He said come here son, I'm going to make you a star
Bo Diddley said uh, what's in it for me?
The man said uh, shut your
Come, come with me
Let the light get you to where I want you to be
You’re the one, one for me
Don’t deny what you want, we are young, we are free

Mi
who's fat
Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)

Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody
em lost by the time I hit the high way
see-Bo the bald head nut
Fish tell them in the cut
House parties, I cut the motherfuckers out
And bust caps
To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp?)
Introducing Earth, Wind & Fire
Yah yah yah 
Come on come
To my people doing time
To my people rest in peace (y'all ready for the refugee camp?)
Introducing Earth, Wind & Fire
Yah yah yah 
Come on come
Diddley, Bo Diddley's at the Seaside Bar
We'll run barefoot in the sand, listen to his guitar

You say your mama's gonna meet you when the morning comes
-----BO$$ 
Hook
[Bo$$]
Naw, not givin a fuck, not givin' a fuck about shit 
To me I see life 
Like its a bunch of fuckin' bullshit 
'cause everybody's
to come with some GANGSTA shit
You feel me?
[T-Bo]
I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches
Duckin snitches, and these money hungry
friends of
Every single, individual

Everybody all over the world, it's time for understandin'
Come together

Jumbo, yo that's how I'm movin'
I'm
that
Seen blood get spilt for less
These young bloods like a bad drug
Can't find a cure, take a pill back
Uh, rah rah, D.C. mean "don't come"
A "dick
niggaz be actin scurry
[Bo$$]
In my hood, wish you would, pull some punk shit
Bitches up to no good, niggaz better duck quick
Run up if they come
the people of this planet send you away from here
My bo

Where do you come from white boy what is your land
Everybody else knows where they come from
You don't
of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
Style and you
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
come to play
And it's the ones just passin' by
It's coats of many colours
And it almost makes me cry
It's ice cream on a stick
And it's something
of them niggas can fuck with the dreds
WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!
Yeah, yeah, I be keepin it movin, and be keepin it groovin
Rep for my niggas by showin
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!

One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
you can't do, what the Young Zee do
He's not the one (I'm not the one) bo!
Jah want to tell you he's not the one
Come again come again come again
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

What
a dream come true
But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I
its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit'