Lyrics:
frozen
Big shit popping, they ain't stopping shit
Bitch, I was chosen!
Big bread winner, get the money by the loaf, You just loafing
Everybody get a bag
Chorus:
YO!!!
We Good to go
Everybody clap your hands
Everybody in the street
Everybody take a stand
YO!!!
We Good to go
Everybody clap your hands
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
a thousand hours
That’s a thousand fans, in a thousand stands, make a thousand sounds
That’s a thousand hands, and a thousand claps, make
Just clap your hands
Come on stand up and shout.
It's easy and it's a lot of fun
Everybody's doin' it from eight to eighty-one
Come on now (clap your
with me
Jubilee, everybody dance with me
Jubilee, finally I've been set free
I'm free, free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay yo I go by the name of Joshua
could initiate an attack on American troops by tomorrow at sundown
Thanks, Monsieur Spencer, it's so good to have one of the FEDS with us on our team
Come on come on eh
Everybody clap your hands eh eh clap your hands come on now
Everybody say clap your hands everybody
Clap your hands everybody eh
your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
We just clap your hands, everybody
By the way five guy's name
By the way five guy's name
By the way
of forties
So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.
So here we go now,
Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
So here we go now,
Holla
of forties
So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty.
So here we go now,
Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
So here we go now,
Holla
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
your hands everybody
Clap your hands everybody
Clap-clap your hands everybody
Clap your hands
She go by M-A-R-I-A-N-A
She go by M-A-R-I-A-N-A
She go by
down?
Malcom, Martin, Leadkur, I want you to arm yourself
And I've asked Josh to be your bodyguard
All right Dason
It might be good for Joshua
(Chorus)
Everybody praise
Come on and praise him
Everybody praise
Come on and praise him
(Lead)
I need you to clap your hands
Just a little bit louder
I
Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
I said
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
They patton the cure, then prepare for the lawsuit
Dilute the truth, the troops are all mute
They pied piper the youth seduced by all flutes
Clothed in
Oh, let me apply the pressure, ayy
Start off 'fore we end up gettin' march on
Your mark, get set, ready, gunshot
I put my hands in the air so you
gonna do
Is clap your hands when I get in front of you
Hype beats and rhymes are the recipe
Yo man - don't even mess with me
We're gittin funky
A style
are just ants till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon
Clap, clap, clap, everybody clap
Clap, clap, clap your hands
slavery sings to my
Youth
Your history lies as it beckons by
Truth
Robbing my land of resources
For reasons residing by paupers
Let's open this caucus
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