Lyrics:
boom boom clap
The kind of shit that'll split your cuckoo clock
I'm goof troop Max when he do shroom caps
In a Doom mask sluicing through my loose screw
us feel good and the very last time
Everybody claps with your hands
Here we go now
For the last time
Yeah
many lines
Just to make us feel good and the very last time
Everybody claps with your hands
Here we go now
For the last time
Yeah
to say, Halleluiah
You still loved me, when I never even knew Ya
Here's to the Man, clap your hands to the song
Sounds of Blackness, Salt-N-Pepa say, peace
[Cowboy]
You don't stop and everybody hiphop
You don't stop and then find your ?
Just clap your hands and get on the go
Then you rock to the beat in
to vibe when it snows in the cold
You gon' be surprised who's on the phone
Clap your hands, your uncle comin' home
Wake everybody, holiday celebration
to vibe when it snows in the cold
You gon' be surprised who's on the phone
Clap your hands, your uncle comin' home
Wake everybody, holiday celebration
through the alley with six dudes
Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views
The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells
The other four homies
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 hands
And sing
lobotomies
Hundred bucks a gram
Have your cash in hand
Make it quick I've got places to be
I'll sit up in the shade
Above the working slaves
Don't even ask
No
Everybody clap
Everybody clap
Raise his praise
Raise his praise
Wave your hands
Give him praise
Do the dance
Got to give him some dance
Raise his praise
Like
[Cowboy]
You don't stop and everybody hiphop
You don't stop and then find your ?
Just clap your hands and get on the go
Then you rock to the beat in
of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing
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
Hands on a tech, rap with it
Say it with your chest, cap with it
Then you get a cheque, cash with it, flash with it
Eject that gimmick
See the way they
Everybody clap your hands to this get on the dance floor and dance to this
Long awaited by you analysts Sick flows toxic like cancer sticks
The only
can
Take this rap shit farther than the average man
Cause' when I take a stage I make everybody stand
Cause' when I rock I make ya'll *clap your hands
he passes by, they all invite him
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance and talk his baby talk.
With a hole in pants and his knees stick out, he's
shaking that ass, make it clap clap clap
Yea, are you with this this, are you with that that?
Yea, smoking all those reggies, I don't about that
Yea, hand
day and night
You gotta wake up
The night is not over now
Clap your hands
To the rhythm of this song
I've had a lot
But I'm up for some more
In the 80's when you was pushing Stadias
I was rolling on Mercedes with the alias
Daily, throwing up my radius
Maybe it's why your ladies afraid of me
of Blackness
Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh
Well I got the real for ya
One time for your holy mind
Come on, hold on, yes
[Chorus]
Hold on,
to the side
Clap your hand once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little
to the side
Clap your hand once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little
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