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around and make your booty pop, pop
Girls shake your booty don't stop, stop
Make it clap (Clap) clap (clap) clap, clap

Back to how she a wiggle di wiggle
)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap (church clap)
Church clap, let me hear the church clap

Gimme dat, church mother in they church hat, clap
Man
Turn around and make your booty pop, pop (Uh huh)
Girls shake your booty don't stop, stop
Make it clap (Clap) clap (clap) clap, clap

Haven't seen
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Hello, hello, hello?

[Boogelou] (talkin)
Pat, what's up man, what's up?

[Project Pat] (talkin)
Boogelou, what's up man?
Man
da back
N-O You see me style out
You see me foul out
You say my album took long like I wild out
It to my dawgs wit new whips dats fakin
Them cats
Clap?
Y'all hear that Nolia Clap?

I'm in the Calio, you know I'm headed front of town
By Kayotic and Lil' real one, 'cause it?s going down
You see
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
Go
Boom Boom Clap (12X)
Fre, Fre, Fre, Er, Fresh
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Chea...Let's Get It

[Chorus]
First I'm gone stack my flo' (and
[Chorus: x2]
Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now)
Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now)
If you is the baddest booty
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet

Project Pat
cops anywhere we appear
Yuh tell us by di clothes dat we wear, everybody sing

This is our time (Uh huh) we about to shine (Uh huh)
All you other
and your back
Choose, whatever the round that you choose
Wounds so herendous from projects you get to analyzing the bruise
Blows will never come in
and make the track turn phat
You heard that
Have it, give it to me daddy
Cut it like confetti
I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready
You back in
we, be up for the Impalas
Wit the juice, getting loose on why y'all, I make ya holla

[Bad Azz]
I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon
for ya 
Make it clap like my hands for ya 
Shake It Shake It [Lil Scrappy]

[Verse 2:]
Hair stay fixed nails stay fixed keep niggas hotter than
Clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands
To the niggas in the back clap your hands
And to the bitches in the front with the blunts
slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
by a dirty stove
Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy
But I'm only human, so these niggas want to clap me
The drug game over, but there's money
stay sippin' on some drr-aank and the Project Pat
You know he's got my back
I'm all about my fetti, my cream, and my stack
I'm a put it down I got
that's what dis is leave a broadcast how can I make you say dat im
all dat what if you went out and brought da mall back hey all by myself I
made da
Verse 1]
I relate to niggaz and they relate to me
Real niggas do real things that's how it supposed to be
Cut from the same clothes make the same shirt
the city I come back on the,
Whatch you know about, gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
Extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for,
tournaments, I reign permanent
Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it
The course of rap I'm turnin' it
Back to that good old
'Cause false moves get your whole face smothered like soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's simply logic
Produce this hard dick in
platinum
Back to the basics
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx