Lyrics:
got a whole lotta this, got a whole lotta that
Got me feelin like I'm cap, why these rap whack?
I get money good, got them girls fuckin with me
Pink
affair
Or a New World Disorder, got us
Fuckin' the coal miner's daughter
That y'all, but not us
Listen to the (Clap) real niggas (Clap)
Rich niggas (Clap
talking
I want to ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin'
his name oh!
(clap)-I-N-G-O
(clap)-I-N-G-O
(clap)-I-N-G-O
and Bingo was his name oh!
Once a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name oh!
affirming
Cause a church can be full of members but empty in conversions
Preach the gospel, and stand back
Look for changed lives not for hand claps
Love
Everybody clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Everybody clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Everybody clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
had a dog,
And Bingo was his name-o.
(Clap)-I-N-G-O
(Clap)-I-N-G-O
(Clap)-I-N-G-O
And Bingo was his name-o.
There was a farmer who had a dog,
Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap
Won’t you go ahead and clap clap clap
Won’t you go ahead and clap clap clap
Come on come on clap clap clap
DEEP IN THE HEART OF TEXAS
Writers Don Swander, Jean Hershey
The stars at night are big and bright (clap, clap, clap, clap) Deep in the heart
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
shit we talking
I want to ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
Clap back, we gon' clap
Boom clap, boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap
Boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap
Boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap
Boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap
Boom de clap de
people get louder
We gon' let our guitar man
Go on do his thing
Listen to the strings, y'all
Listen how they ring
Clap your hands now, people clap
Everyday a star is Born (ay, ay)
Clap for em (Clap for em)
Clap for em (Clap for em) clap for em (hey)
Everyday a star is Born (Prohp, ay)
Clap for
people get louder
We gon' let our guitar man
Go on do his thing
Listen to the strings, y'all
Listen how they ring
Clap your hands now, people clap
warn you I'll be just fine
(Yeah) No offense to you, don't waste your time
Here's why
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without
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This is AC wit Britney (yeah)
We goin' out tonight
This is gonna be a hot
Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God
Don't talk about my enemies, they dead to me, why bring 'em up?
This .223 gon' end the beef (grrah), they
Everyday a star is born (can you say New York City)
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Everyday a star is born (can you say New York City)
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
England
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
EnglandClap, clap, clap, clap, clap
England
Everyday a star is born (can you say New York City)
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Everyday a star is born (can you say New York City)
Deutschland,
Clap, clap, clap,
Deutschland,
Clap, clap, clap,
Deutschland,
Clap, clap, clap,
Deutschland,
Clap, clap, clap...
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