Lyrics:
One, two, three, kick!
Come on everybody, clap your hands
Ooh, you're looking good
Are you having a good time? I sure am
Do you like soul
the palm of your hand
Like a real black man would kiss you!
You come along and flush it
The Bible says homosexuality is worse than murder!
Down
My
a vein sense
Sorta like here tonight I'm the main event
So if you like what you here embrace the jam
Everybody in the spot just wave you hands
Yeah
Sit
空に raise your hands
君が溢れてく
風がそっとすっとくらっと
贈る everyday
胸にある love love
抱きしめて good time
君への gift
Everybody clap your hands
そうさわかるだろう
君の想いはきっと歌になって
世界を彩るんだ
I got me a job and now I wonder if it's worth it
So clap your hands if you work for the man
Dlipping, mopping, cooking in the burger hut kickin'
and Os
Now dance, say hey
Move your body from side to side
And bump to the left
And bump to the right
Clap your hands up; just good vibes alright
With The Funky Mechanism
Everybody clap your hands get loose
B Luffuate droppin' thunder - call me Zeus
909 pack punch like than a bowl of juice
Making
higher, you take me higher
You take me higher and higher and higher
Come on everybody
Clap your hands together
Can you feel it
Let's sing together,
a temper tiny baby
Yeah, swelly is just a movement, hope you understand that
Yo, Xaph, it's crazy how we sample on that hand-clap
And that's quite amazing if
Got a temper tiny baby
Yeah, swelly is just a movement, hope you understand that
Yo, Xaph, it's crazy how we sample on that hand-clap
And that's
connection at all
Except the fact that we created by the All Mighty God
That ain't enough to stand up and clap your hands for this song
'Ain't no supportin Him
To see a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his
To see a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his
the women with rap
And in the near future their babies will clap
To a sequel that's equally soothin like Nyquil
I know that you thought that I lost it but
The unexpected virtue of ignorance people ignoring.
Therefore I stood up all night and pass the morning
Kids died by homicide mother's be mourning
Death will
on a 24 track
They like that ah
The hand clap followed by the mic
Check
No time for dinner
Five's out on the night shift
Shady eyes in the middle
you and your homies boy
Say bye bye lil nigga
Finna drive by lil nigga
Imma slide slide lil nigga
Imma ride ride lil nigga
Better stop that shit
If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave
my pants
Gotta screen all my messages I go up on some rants
But I kill the record every time and no it's not by chance
And if you play me for your lady
wanna dance
I'll make you wanna dance
Throw your hands in the air
Man, yo shawty calls me papi
I just pull her by the hair
In the club, we popping bottles
I just have a dream
When he started everybody laughed at Martin Luthor king
And look what he became
I ain’t saying that I’ll be the president
I’m
gunfire
Ain’t no witnesses because everybody dien
And ain’t nobody riding for me so I stay by it
And all this pillow talk got lil nigguhs riding, knock
Spin's going to give it the old college try
Everybody clap your hands and say no
No, never, never again
No, not ever, never again
Until the next time
They don't understand it
They don't understand it
Imma do me
They don't understand it
They don't understand it
Imma do me
Man I got the crew right by
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