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and borders
To protect us from the mad made by the mad
It’s all accents and phonics
Streams and sonnets
We’re all bionic baby I got the tonic
Cuts and bruises

around kid and I'll Glock your mental
Stay fuckin' wit' ya man Benzino
Hardy on the side by the Rick Gambino
Burners on the side, that's how we be though

Bunny Hop Mek yuh ass clap drop it like it hot Bunny hop pan di buddy like a hopscotch Beat up di pussy like a wrestling match Shift yuh draws n Ben

clap your hands.

Repeat the hymn again:
To God on high be glory
And peace on earth to men.

Since all he comes to ransom
By all be he adored
The infant

Listen up

Little girls gather round let me tell you all about my day
I got blown around by a big bad wolf's games
As I took a little trip to town,

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Oh, it's stopped
The metronome stopped
All right

I got something
Need to be said
Can't stay a prisoner

It's a special day
Time for us to play
Birthday hats on our heads
Let's celebrate


Balloons up in the sky
Watch 'em fly up high
Clap our hands dance

It's a special day
Time for us to play
Birthday hats on our heads
Let's celebrate


Balloons up in the sky
Watch 'em fly up high
Clap our hands dance

Cent, Kanye's 
Murs, Ev's, Asia's, Sick Jack's
Ab Soul, K Dot
Mannnnn 
It's was his, hers, there's
And that's the biz
It's your turn now
Let em know what

by blowing her back out
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap
That's not the sound of her back that's the sound of the mac
And if you fuck with my gang then we

And peace on earth to men!"

While thus they sing your Monarch,
Those bright angelic bands,
Rejoice, ye vales and mountains!
Ye oceans, clap your hands!

Do That Thing

B2K

You Got Served

2003

and come over
After that we go head to the rover

Back it up, clap it up, switch it up, change it up
Do that thing for me, Do that thing for me
Flip it

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

[Clap your hands and stomp your feet.]

Well, I've walked the line on 89
In the Arizona sun
I've chased the moon and I've

Reppin My City

Triple C

Trilla [Exclusive Edition]

2008

shake em
Roll em, don't throw em
Hand clap, where it's at
Nigga show me somethin'
Out in Sixy, Opa lock, overtime, city buy
You know how we get it

I'ma do the dishes
I clap a nigga and get back to business
I clap a nigga, leave him in this
Back to the trenches, how we did it
Boy, my life, it's all

Cause I did that

(Ayy)

Whatchu wish you was
Know I been that
And that's too bad

(Ayy)

I had no help, I was by myself
I was down bad

So fuck out my

at you

When Trench Town man stop laugh and block off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung an it ah beat

his sentences concurrent, that ain't get him discouraged
Got another homie in prison for murder 
He would let his gun clap and fire at anyone that

the young ones
Pendulum from stand in to fend only for lonesome
Thrust into the spotlight, and just as much by me
You're right, it lacks, but someone else

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap all day
Hoochie daddy shorts, got the caesers with the waves
Seven figure nigga, hell yea that boy paid
Mo-City Texas,

the missteps of my story
A king among gaijin in Hayashimori
Now just an outcast in my territory
Quite Asia-freak, this shit is so weeb
A world full of wizards

just think niggas are lost
I wrote an album bout love
But I’ll still let that 40 applaud
Clap at you niggas I don’t fw frauds
I just might snap if yo

on the sidewalk
Yhop, mm, get in mode
Yhop, Yhop, get in mode
Onna G, baby, shake, get in mode
Onna G, baby, shake, get in mode
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap like

The Devil thought he had me
He thought that I was done
But No weapon formed against me
Shall prosper, No not one
By my testimony
I shall overcome