Lyrics:
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You won't fall for that
'em out
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it,
one's for You, got to clap my hands, clap my hands
I'm a leader by example
Got love for all my people
And we got to give it up to Him
See, this whip that
Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause,
Yeah, it’s I.R.S bitches!
You know what it is!
You’re now hustling with the godmother! cocaine cow
Clap clap clap all for Jesus
Clap clap clap all for Jesus
Clap clap clap all for Jesus
I am free free
Freedom in Your love
I am free free
Freedom by
offended by Chri-biip-mas?
You know you might offend the biiiip and the biiiip and the atheists.
What?
Time to politically correct.
I'll lead this off.
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
body.
Clap your hands.
Orange skies,
Red dye.
Look how we fly,
Side by side,
Into the night.
Heart's desire,
Now light that fire.
Clap your hands,
Move
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
Down
'em out
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate
If you're real and you know it, clap your hands
If you're real and you know it,
This is a song and a clapping game
It's so much fun to play
You can do with a group
You can do it by yourself
You can do it 'most everyday
Just
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Clap clap clap clap like you entertainment
The way you clap clap you gone need a hip replacement
First was the slow wind then one cheek
pusher
You a busta, a custerma
I get you some cooka
Yeah, crack is a chemist
I pack an eleven
I mack in a seven
I'll clap at your reverend
I see you
This is a song and a clapping game
It's so much fun to play
You can do with a group
You can do it by yourself
You can do it 'most everyday
I was born and raised on country music
The kind that grows inside your bones
I've been fried by spot lights and wine
Picking up and having some good
Yes indeed and plant a wish with every seed and by and by
The sun and rain will make an etching
Of a million little green fingers stretching
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im like a bird amd i aim soo high in my lear lookn'
at the blue sky cant let another day pass by without
doin what i feel inside cause
Yo, yo
Just knowin she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap
I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like
back, back, back
Make it clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Baby, give me that, that, that, that, that, that, that
Make it clap, clap, clap, clap
shirt
I got my eyes closed you could do your dirt
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with
And by the way, do you still got that school girl skirt?
Like the cops imma watch her watch me
Shot with a chaser like the paparazzi
Its crazy she still
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
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