If You A Thug - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: If You A Thug
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Vachik Aganaintz, Jermaine Hargrove, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Sarkis Balasanyan, Eloyd Britt, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

If you a thug nigga what, you poppin' slugs at snitch niggas
You ain't playing, shit you's a halt about your figgas
If you thug, forever rollin' on dubs
20 deep [Incomprehensible] pressin' the clubs with your thugs

Nigga if you a thug than you better have tatts
And whenever I got beef, I can call you for straps
Nigga if you a thug than you all about paper
And you know there's only one way you got to deal with a hater

If you a thug you wouldn't have been talkin' it
You would have been walkin' it
Loading up your pistol marking your target and popping it
If you a thug then what the fuck that make me?
A Krayzie, nigga y'all ain't trying to see

If you a thug only thing squilling will be your wills
And you was a pilling at still at whoever the fuck you wasn't feeling
Thugs know the verse, my thugs holler louder than that
You don't hear them, you heard them in niggas just follow the path

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

If you a thug, I know you ain't loving the bitch
Hugging the bitch, you say you just be rubbing the clique
If you a thug, you know you can't be tricking the dough
Roll up in the halls, keep eyes on your foes

Yea, yea, yea, yea, nigga if you a thug than it's bitches you lust
You know it's hard to find a pritty dyme piece you trust
Nigga if you a thug than you got to get yours
You still doing your thang but ain't no love for whores

If you a thug you don't need no money to make some money
Because if you a thug, if you ain't got it you taking money
If you a thug you don't give a fuck about the judge
Doing three strikes when you living your life thug

What a thug see thru whatever you were trying to do
I bet a thug can show you better than a thug can tell you
Thugs stay talking and walking, stay rolling and sparking up
Thugs stay swollen in they hearts and in they nuts

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

If you a thug, oh yeah, you know you staying [Incomprehensible] so high
Keep your heat on your side when you ride
If you a thug see you that type of nigga that never given a fuck
Mad doggin' on than niggas like what, if you a thug

If you a thug you probably fighting a case
Harassed by the police and probably sprayed with mase
Nigga if you a thug you know the law ain't shit
You screaming fuck the police and telling the president to eat a dick

If you a thug you woulda been screaming this shit before we was
Is you a thug or a nigga just trying to ride the bandwagon
If you a thug you got no problem spending blood
Over the shit you love so nigga tell me, still a thug?

If you a thug you wouldn't be hollering
About what you would of could of
But should of you done it, now nigga run it
On your mothafuckin' stomach, ashes and elbows
Cocka-doo-doo, you know how the tail goes

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

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Horny - Lyrics - Opm

Title: Horny
Artist: Opm
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx, Geoffrey H Turney, Brian Mahoney, John Charles Edney

Lyric:
I've been sittin' here all night long
I've been sittin' here for way too long
Will somebody tell me what's goin' on
Will somebody tell me what I'm doin' wrong

'Cause girl's come and girls yes they go
I wish these girls would just let me know
Can I take you home tonight
Is my future with you looking bright

A wink ain't nothin' but dust in your eye
Eye contact is like sayin' hi
Flirting and just makin' time go by
It seems nothin' works even though I try

So this is what we're gonna do
You make it easy for me I'll make it easy for you
Just clap your hands just clap your hands
Just clap your hands if you're horny

If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know and you really want to show
Well get on my lap and do a dance

I keep on lookin' at her like I got game
?What's your sign girl what's your name??
?Are you lookin' at me like I'm lookin' at you??
Later on baby doll we'll be cookin' for two, yeah

'Cause girl's come and girls yes they go
I wish these girls would just let me know
Can I take you home to night
Is my future with you looking bright

All this conversating it's so frustrating
All this in-between waiting that comes along with dating
Masturbating would be just fine
We're just wasting time with these pick up lines

So this is what we're gonna do
You make it easy for me I'll make it easy for you
Just clap your hands just clap your hands
Just clap your hands if you're horny

If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know and you really want to show
Well get on my lap and do a dance

Put your hands back on
Put your hands back on
Put your hands back on

If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know and you really want to show
Well get on my lap and do a dance

If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know and you really want to show

If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know and you really want to show
Well get on my lap and do a dance

If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know and you really want to show

If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know clap your hands
If you're horny and you know and you really want to show
Well get on my lap and do a dance

If you're horny and you know clap your hands

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Clap Your Hands - Lyrics - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

Ladies feel a rise when you start to grind
G-string in the middle with your big behind
She be switchin' them hips from right to left
We gone dance all night till we run out of breath

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

IMx, platinum status, say what, say what
If you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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Clap Your Hands (Part 2) - Lyrics - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands (Part 2)
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

Ladies feel a rise when you start to grind
G-string in the middle with your big behind
She be switchin' them hips from right to left
We gone dance all night till we run out of breath

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

IMx, platinum status, say what, say what
If you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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Clap Your Hands Pt. 1 - Lyrics - IMx - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands Pt. 1
Album: IMx
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
Stop, look and listen, new chick on the block
Pop this, so sick, average chick, I'm not
My mouth's dry at the site of sexy miss
Hit the door lookin' for my niggas IMx

Up in the club poppin' tops on the bubbly
At the bar spot Bat, Romeo and LDB
The club is pack ohh shh, they are playin' my jam
A lot of thong wearin' chickens just clappin' their hands

Hey yo, is this a party tonight?
We gotta get my peoplz in the club tonight
Ain't no shh going down just love tonight
To all my ladies and thugs on the floor tonight

Hey yo, if your feelin' me
Throw your hands in the air and represent with me
Chrisstyle, Belve and Hennessey
So bartender can you please keep the cups flowin'

Ladies feel the rise when they start to grind
G-string in the middle with a big behind
She be switching them hips from right to left
We gonna dance all night until we run outta breath

Hey yo, look at the shorty she's a lil cuttie yo
The way she shakes it make you want to grab the booty yo
As I'm rubbing on them thighs why she beggin' for mo
This girls butt is so big I'm 'bout to lose control

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Hey yo, it's a party in here?
Everybody is havin' a good time in here
Americans, Asians, and Chicanes in here
Big ballerz, big pimpin', VIP in here

Hey you, if you're feelin' me
Throw your hands in the air and represent with me
Chrisstyle, Belve and Hennessey
So bartender can you please keep the cups flowin'

Ladies feel the raise when they start to grind
G-string in the middle with a big behind
Keep switching them hips from right to left
We gonna dance all night until we run outta breath

Hey yo, look at the shorty she's a lil cuttie yo
She way she shakes it make you want to grab the booty yo
I'll be rubbing on them thighs why she beggin' for mo
This girls butt is so big I'm 'bout to lose control

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Platinum Status got that blazin' shh
Heard the track and said you gotta let me lace that shh
In result hot joint called clap your hands
If they were down for the count then guess again

Staring like you never seen no real ballerz befo
S-5, escalate, drop tops to your cage
Label change, changing names, now they are back running things
No more immature shh they done step up the game

Ladies feel the raise when they start to grind
G-string in the middle with a big behind
Keep switching them hips from right to left
We gonna dance all night until we run outta breath

Look at the shorty she's a lil cuttie yo
The way she shakes it make you want to grab the booty yo
I'll be grabbing on them thighs why she beggin' for mo
This girl butt is so big I'm 'bout to lose control

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

If you came to get it crunk clap your hands
And all the fellas and shorties clap your hands
So all the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

Oh, all the ladies wearing strings clap your hands
Just doing big things just clap, clap
All the playas put in the work and my ladies make it twurk
And if you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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The Jump Off - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: The Jump Off
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Mark Adams, Steven R Arrington, Cordozar C Broadus, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Finch, Gary Miller, Mark Richardson, Dante Smith, Raymond Guy Turner, Steve Washington, Daniel Webster, Douglas Arthur Wimbish, Andre Romell Young

Lyric:
Black
(Black)
Jack Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, ha, ha

(It's the jump off)
Yeah, y'all now, c'mon
(It's the jump off)
Push it up now, ha
(It's the jump off)
What you want now?
(It's the jump off)
Keep cool, now
(Put your hands up, it's the jump-off)

Yeah, it's that Freak Daddy shit
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands)

With so much drama in the NYC
It's kinda hard bein' MOS Def-initely
But I, some how, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit with the Black Jack Jay

May, I, spit a lyric for my ghetto people?
Show me 'nough respect when I breeze, through
Riders beep they horn
'Cause I keep the party jumpin' like yo' momma ain't home

I'm just a freak individual singin' my song
Shinin' bright on the mic like it's six in the morn'
(Six in the morn')

So, peep out my manuscript
Reach up, sleeves up, for a second now bounce
This is the one that make the party wile' out
Nigga, I said wile' out, nigga, I said wile' out
Lemme show you what we're talkin' about
(C'mon)

Huh, ha, yes, hah, uh, hah, rock wit' me now
Uh, ha, yes, ah, uh, rock wit' me now
(You are now rockin' with the best)
Uh, hah, yes, unh, ha, uh, come check me now
(Black Jack)
Uh, hah, uh, yes, hah, uh, uh, back to the beat like

(It's the jump off)
Get it up now
(It's the jump off)
C'mon, push it up now
(It's the jump off)
Get it up now
(It's the jump off)
And make it jump now

(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Uh, push it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Nigga, jump now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off)
Push it up now
(Raise your hands up, it's the jump off
Raise your hands)

Tables fulla hi-hat, a dash of drums
Sprinkle in a little keyboard, a pint of rum
With just a pinch of purple haze and a gallon of bass
Mix snares with rock 'n' roll and throw it all in ya face

Pre-heat the studio to about a hundred degrees
Ludacris, Mos Def and your best emcees
You'll get burnt just for thinkin' you can step to me
And that's the end of my little ghetto recipe

My destinies are rhythm, hit 'em with the rhythm
Hit 'em, click 'em, then ha, ha, ha, strip 'em
Jump the fuck
(Back)
No gun can pump
(That)

I punch the engi
(Neer)
And slap the whole
(Track)

Then pop all the speakers and strip the wires
Blow smoke from the MPs and amplifiers
Here to spit truth for the liar, liars
I'm the hottest emcee, y'all a fire fired

Huh, yes, uh, ah, yes, uh, yes, hah, c'mon
(You are now rockin' wit' the best)
Woo, Brooklyn, New York City
Hah, take 'em there, Doc
Hah, uh, yeah, Black Jack, c'mon
So incredible, fantastic
(Ohh)
Freak Daddy shit, fire

C'mon
(Woo)
Nigga, rock to it, uh
(Uh)
Hah
(Hah)
Yeah
(Yeah)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin' high
(High)
Ridin' low
(Low)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Ridin' clean
(Clean)
Ridin' dirty
(Dirty)

Nobody high as we are, Black Jack Johnson
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Told you my hot was incredible, y'all
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Woo
(Woo)

(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Tell 'em again
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Hey, I don't think y'all heard me
(Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands)
Black, Jack, Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers

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Stomp Your Hands Clap Your Feet - Lyrics - Quiet Riot

Title: Stomp Your Hands Clap Your Feet
Artist: Quiet Riot
Composer(s): Kevin Mark Dubrow

Lyric:
Turn it up until it bangs your head
Tear it down, now mother don't play dead

People stand the noise
All the little toys
Put some more coke on the fire

Stomp your hands, clap your feet
Stomp your hands to the beat
Stomp your hands, clap your feet
Stomp your hands to the beat

Mixed up kids lookin' for that night
They're gettin' high on everything in sight
Well alright

The music's pretty loud
Someone in the crowd
Think they're gonna cause us a riot

Stomp your hands, clap your feet
Stomp your hands to the beat
Stomp your hands, clap your feet
Stomp your hands to the beat

Rock on, rock on, rock on

Stomp your hands, clap those feet, yeah
Stomp your hands to the beat

C'mon, boys

Stomp your hands, clap your feet
All night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stomp your hands, clap your feet

Stomp your hands, clap your feet
Stomp your hands to the beat
All night long

Stomp your hands, clap your feet
Stomp your hands, clap your feet

Stomp your hands, clap your feet
Stomp your hands, clap your feet

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Clap Your Hands - Lyrics - Until My Heart Caves In - Audio Adrenaline

Title: Clap Your Hands
Album: Until My Heart Caves In
Artist: Audio Adrenaline
Composer(s): Tyler Burkum, Ben Cissell, Bob Herdman, Will Mcginniss, Mark Stuart

Lyric:
Everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on, clap your hands
Everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on, clap your hands

This is the melody, this is the melody
This is the remedy, this is the remedy

Everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on, clap your hands
Everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on, clap your hands

This is the melody, this is the melody
This is the remedy, this is the remedy

Everybody, everybody, everybody
(Come on, come on)
Come on, clap your hands
Everybody, everybody, everybody
(Come on, come on)
Come on, clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands

I can't stop till my body drops and you know
I?m not gonna be the one to sit it out
I clap my hands to the promise land

?Cause the promise can, yeah
The promise can, yeah the promise can
Keep me till my heart caves in

Everybody, everybody, everybody
(Come on, come on)
Come on, clap your hands
Everybody, everybody, everybody
(Come on, come on)
Come on, clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands

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Soul Clap (Short Version) - Lyrics - Showbiz & A.G.

Title: Soul Clap (Short Version)
Artist: Showbiz & A.G.
Composer(s): Andre Barnes, Joseph L Kirkland, Rodney Lemay

Lyric:
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

The Giant is greater so step back
I know you were told black about the Soul Clap
And I'ma keep climbin' G with beats that's fat
'Cause that's Showbiz and Diamond D

Don't believe all the hearsay
'Cause I'ma get the airplay
While the fans say, "Yeah, Dre?
And I'm on the lyrical tip

For you to whip the Giant
That'll be a miracle whip
So everybody crowd around
And let's all get down, to the Soul Clap sound

So pump your fist, here we go
Showbiz & A.G. so act like you know
A combination of the new and the old rap
Me Showbiz and Diamond D, yeah we got the Soul Clap

Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

Aiyyo, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

I love hip-hop, not rock 'n' roll
Yeah, I'm a Giant, and I got lots of soul
I've been a Giant since I was a kid
They always thought I was big from the damage that I did

I roll up rappers like a DT and don't worry yo
Because the brothers can't see me
Light-skinned curly hair, I keep dwellin'
I don't care about my hair, my records are sellin'

A.G., my right hand man is Kay-Gee
Kenny Dope you know, Marley Marl is my little bro
Infinite he's in effect, Big Ty is snappin' necks
Better yet he's packin' tecs

Yeah, they sleep, they can't quite tell
They know that I'm short
But do they know that I fight well?
Those who diss me, that's okay

Because my jam is gonna slam
And I don't care what you say
A Giant in the mental, yeah you know that
And I'm hangin' with this new one
And it's called the Soul Clap

Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

Aiyyo, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

I do work at any goddamn concert
And if you said that I didn't, then I got jerked
You musta asked the wrong people
'Cause when I make my stand
Every man knows that I'm lethal

Never back down, my crew's in the background
I get hyped when Showbiz lays the tracks down
When I'm finished, you'll say he's the mack
'Cause I'm raw and my goddamn beats are fat

Yeah, I'm a Giant, that's what you better say
You don't believe me then go check my resume
I done killed more suckers than a World War
And even more, after a world tour

From state to state, sea to sea
On every continent, I'm a G I A N T
I'm A.G. yeah the one you can't hold back
You want your party to pump?
Then throw on the Soul Clap

C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat box

Can, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon I said can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?

C'mon, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?

C'mon, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I, can I, can I get a Soul Clap?

C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, I said, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, can I get a Soul Clap?
C'mon, c'mon

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Clap Yo Hands - Lyrics - Yukmouth

Title: Clap Yo Hands
Artist: Yukmouth
Composer(s): Al Cooper, Keir Gist, Harry S Pepper, Vincent Brown, Isaac Hayes, John Watt, Anthony Criss, William Griffin, Eric Barrier, David Porter

Lyric:
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone, VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet, me

Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say, errah
For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh mercy
It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me, it's Jersey

Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we haul action in
It's Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again

Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'

Breakdown feel the party
Put your hands together everybody
All the ladies in the house, I call the honies, first
'Cause it's pure and ya sure ta get your money's worth so just

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

And to those other MCs, Naughty by Nature fall? Nigga, please
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title

In their face 'cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for hip hop and I'm VinRock

I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
I reign in this game jackin' other people's props
Many crews only stress me
Petty fools try to test me, very few impress me, bless me

I sneeze upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
Fact, Naughty niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the double I

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'
Hey, Kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? Well nigga listen
Clap long and steady 'til your palm's sore and sweaty

Started cutting more than petty confetti
Right after I said, bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany, papa's machete
Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot

Still chill, I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying, alright
(Aight?)
The party, tight

Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front
'Cause the wall won't fall
I might make moves and motions
Start a crammed commotion
Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion

Remember freestyles where freebies
Systems still sound like CB's, I eat tracks leave them wheaties
I'm greedy, can't see me
Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes

Watch my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass wrong
Head too strong, now here's your zero

We can get deep like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

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Clap Yo Hands - Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Title: Clap Yo Hands
Album: Poverty's Paradise
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Al Cooper, Keir Gist, Harry S Pepper, Vincent Brown, Isaac Hayes, John Watt, Anthony Criss, William Griffin, Eric Barrier, David Porter

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Lyric:
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone, VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet, me

Falling through the earth with a burst first for ya
Clapping ya hands now we must say, errah
For sure, but I am still thirsty, oh mercy
It's worse see, come firs see, oh curse me, it's Jersey

Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights skip the cameras we haul action in
It's Naughty plannin' an orgy, already back again

Kay's trackin' this so clicks clap to this as we rap to this
Hoochies pop their coochies and slap their hips
Even when in Texas with no gear troopin'
That's when I find the baddest broads in Houston boostin'

Breakdown feel the party
Put your hands together everybody
All the ladies in the house, I call the honies, first
'Cause it's pure and ya sure ta get your money's worth so just

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

And to those other MCs, Naughty by Nature fall? Nigga, please
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry awaits the new recital
I'll take your favorite idol I'll crumple up their title

In their face 'cause I'm fed up with that same ol' crap
Lack of developing your crew that's why your stage show's wack
So let the sleeping and assuming and the B.S. stop
Because, Naughty is to live and die for hip hop and I'm VinRock

I'm holdin' down the fort around my block
I reign in this game jackin' other people's props
Many crews only stress me
Petty fools try to test me, very few impress me, bless me

I sneeze upon the wack
No one but us could do it like that to me the rest's considered scrap
Fact, Naughty niggas will never be defeated
Come and try word God, word to life, I put that on the double I

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

According to the calculations from the slums it's hittin'
Hey, Kay makes tracks all funky like raw chittlins
Styles are splitin' think I'm kiddin'? Well nigga listen
Clap long and steady 'til your palm's sore and sweaty

Started cutting more than petty confetti
Right after I said, bye bye to Ali Ba Ba the punany, papa's machete
Hope ya ready, but if you're not, guard ya knot
Grill, nose opposed to blows that's all the same spot

Still chill, I rock real and raw like a brawl's a small fight
Shorty taking tall mics so practice saying, alright
(Aight?)
The party, tight

Pass the ball all in the back head towards the front
'Cause the wall won't fall
I might make moves and motions
Start a crammed commotion
Make kitties and titties in the city glow like lotion

Remember freestyles where freebies
Systems still sound like CB's, I eat tracks leave them wheaties
I'm greedy, can't see me
Wit bifoc's I fry then fly folks with high hopes

Watch my smoke now why choke
Sly stroke get by nope now negro
You were, dead-ass wrong
Head too strong, now here's your zero

We can get deep like way down
Hi lobsters, seaweed, sand, sunk ships and missing mobsters
Hip-hoppers know hard, guess who's back again
That Naughty click clan to make you clap your hands

Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on y'all, say, it's alright
Clap your hands this evening, come on, say, it's alright

To all my people on the left
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the right
(Clap to this)
To all my people on the top
(Clap to this)
And in the front don't stop
(Clap to this)

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Marathon - Lyrics - Neighborhood Watch - Dilated Peoples

Title: Marathon
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Alan Maman, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Taylor

Lyric:
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Thank you, DJs

Dilated, let's go
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
Check it
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands

Yo, first up, I stay updated
Stay in the zone, an' no question, stay 'Dilated'
Understand, I exercise patience
Respect my paths 'cause the road, these cats paved it

Now that we've got that straight, it's time to move on
I don't train for sprints, I train for marathons
A long haul, we're built for this
It's proven, every year, more people cop our shit

The point I'm gettin' at, we're buildin' a army
Couldn't thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly
Right now, we're parked in a comfortable spot
By 2004, we're out to own the whole lot

Out for the top, to settle for less, the short change
So we keep our heads with us, as there's more to gain
An' with war is pain, so we roll the dice
It's all for the love, but some pay the ultimate price, check it out y'all

Yo, they go off when they go on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, they go off when they go on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it

I crack my own tooth, man, rap's a tool
Just to spit crowns an' leave your head wrapped with jewels
Respect that, even if you don't respect that
Label politics is just a minor setback

As long as we're willin' an' our heart is still in it
In the marathon, the artists will win it
Even though they want me to bite my tongue
Where I'm comin' from it's like 'Fuck that, I'll still win it'

The long run separates the weak an' strong one
Never underestimate how deep the songs run
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, clap your hands, your hands you clap
Expansion Team rap, then expand the map
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
Stamina, Rakaa's a party flow master like this

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it

I'm like Axel when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds
Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon
Some can't carry on, they're tired or feel ill
But in the end, real soldiers are still will

Sometimes, it's just spectators an' gladiators
Same party, next year, haters congratulate us
To Buddy, Princess an' Jalen, congratulations
This year, there's less funerals than graduations

Yo, pace myself 'cause sagas continue
Standin' ovations, Dilated blows up every venue
A new era, placed first, style pursuin'
The shoe fits? Wear it, it's based on you an'

Your off beat DJ, anythin' he play
Sounds like Babu, pulled the plug with no delay
This homestretch, I've saved my last breath
I push full throttle, no rest 'til nothin's left, it's the marathon

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself

Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it

Clap your hands, clap your hands, come on
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
Check it, Expansion Team forever an' the Alchemist
It's the marathon

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Hand Clap - Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

Title: Hand Clap
Album: 5150 Ratchet
Artist: Hurricane Chris
Composer(s): T Stewart, Earl G Williams, Christopher Dooley, Steve E Morgan

Lyric:
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on floor

Let me get me get that hand clap, let me get that hand clap, clap
They pull me out the club 'coz I ain't know how to act
But I ain't really trippin', we finna sneak through the back
And I got some like a grenade for them haters who wanna jack

Here we go meet up my clique, yeah, I'm shinnin' like a light
I get them diamonds on my wrist, let me get a hand clap, hand clap
Lil' momma breath stank, so, I told her bad back
And payin' me some water, so, I can roll harder
Slam on the hater like my name Vince Carter

They lookin' at me crazy 'coz I bounce around the club
And I keep clappin' my hands like I'm tryin' to kill a bug
Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
Ain't nobody in the club finna like me
Plus I gotta G-G-Gorillas in black tees
Make the whole club clap like it some kind of disease

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on the floor

Well, I hope you ain't tired of clappin' your hands
'Cos we just got in the club
I spent 75 dollars on this shirt just for the club
Hell naw, I ain't leaving
Let's hit the VIP with them chicks and get freaky

Lil' momma don't believe me
I showed her, I showed her, I beat it out the frame
I told her I'm a beast and lil' momma I'm Hurricane
And now, 50 want 50 status shinin' on haters
Jumpin', stompin', hangin', clappin', knockin' over the tables

In da club, we get ratted 'til we fight
Yeah, I'm stuntin' in his face 'coz I got a big bank
Like big bank, hang 'coz my money don't fold
Open up and blind them with a mouth full of gold

Let me get a hand clap if you got that hollaback
And now I'm out my mind, I think I need to be slapped
Let me get a hand clap if you got that hollaback
And now I'm out my mind, I think I need to be slapped
Like that

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on floor

Now, drop that beat, turn it up
That's too loud, mayne, turn it down
Now, turn it back up, put your hands up and make em' clap
'Coz now we yawnin', if you wake
We make your hand clap, just stay at home

You got a pocket full of money, huh, oh, that's wazzup
Let me catch you by the bathroom
You gone get snuck, I rock that E A S E C G
I'm Hurricane and I'm S O U T H S I D E, it's what I claim

And let me see you put your arm up and Rick James
I get to clappin' my hand like I'm finna going insane
Lil' momma wanna marry me, just give me some brain
I'm gripping, gripping the grain, let me see you Rick James

One for the, one for the money, two for the show
All y'all haters better slow your roll
Or you ain't gotta chill, I can make you chill at the backstop
Security wont trip they'll think I'm doing the hand clap

Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

Now, Rick James with it
(Now, Rick James with it)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)

One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if you got a bankroll
One for the money, two for the show
Clap your hands if your money on the floor

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Fix - Lyrics - Another Level - Blackstreet

Title: Fix
Album: Another Level
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Sylvia Robinson, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, C Hannibal, T Riley, Clifton Chase, M Riley

Lyric:
Clap, clap, clap, clap
If you need a fix, yeah
If you need a fix, baby, I got it

And you say Blackstreet, and you say
Clap your hands, just clap your hands
Just clap your hands, just clap

Oh, sugar girl, you sexy thing
I like the way you swing
I always wanna be your lover
I always wanna be your lover

You can call me
If you need a fix or two
Girl, you know how we do
I got to get with you

You can get me on the phone
Dial my number, I'll be waiting
When I see you, we'll be anticipating
All I want to do is drive you crazy, girl
If we can flow, baby, let's go see me tonight

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you can call on
If you wanna fix
I can give you what you need
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

You don't have to worry
I'll be there for you
It's time for you to be my girl
It's time for you to be my girl

We've been knowing each other
For some time, girl
And I don't know
What I'd do without you

If you need a fix
I need a fix, you need a fix, girl
If you want a fix
I can give you what you need
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

Teddy, play, yeah
I can give it to you, baby
Get down, get down
Get down, baby
I can give it to you, baby
I can give it to you
Get down, down, down
Take it to the priest

If you need a fix
I can give it to you
If you need a fix
I can give it to you

I can be your candy man
I can be your candy man
I can be your candy man
I can be

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you can call on
If you wanna fix
I wanna be your candy man
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you call on
If you wanna fix
I wanna be the one you need
If you need a fix
We can do it all night long, girl
More and more, on and on

And you say Blackstreet
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet
Clap, clap, clap your hands, just clap your hands, just

And you say Blackstreet
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet
Clap, clap, clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet

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Fix (Remix) - Lyrics - Blackstreet

Title: Fix (Remix)
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Sylvia Robinson, Edward Fletcher, Melvin Glover, C Hannibal, T Riley, Clifton Chase, M Riley

Lyric:
Clap, clap, clap, clap
If you need a fix, yeah
If you need a fix, baby, I got it

And you say Blackstreet, and you say
Clap your hands, just clap your hands
Just clap your hands, just clap

Oh, sugar girl, you sexy thing
I like the way you swing
I always wanna be your lover
I always wanna be your lover

You can call me
If you need a fix or two
Girl, you know how we do
I got to get with you

You can get me on the phone
Dial my number, I'll be waiting
When I see you, we'll be anticipating
All I want to do is drive you crazy, girl
If we can flow, baby, let's go see me tonight

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you can call on
If you wanna fix
I can give you what you need
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

You don't have to worry
I'll be there for you
It's time for you to be my girl
It's time for you to be my girl

We've been knowing each other
For some time, girl
And I don't know
What I'd do without you

If you need a fix
I need a fix, you need a fix, girl
If you want a fix
I can give you what you need
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

Teddy, play, yeah
I can give it to you, baby
Get down, get down
Get down, baby
I can give it to you, baby
I can give it to you
Get down, down, down
Take it to the priest

If you need a fix
I can give it to you
If you need a fix
I can give it to you

I can be your candy man
I can be your candy man
I can be your candy man
I can be

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you can call on
If you wanna fix
I wanna be your candy man
If you need a fix
Baby, you know I can give you
More and more, on and on

If you need a fix
Let me be the one you call on
If you wanna fix
I wanna be the one you need
If you need a fix
We can do it all night long, girl
More and more, on and on

And you say Blackstreet
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet
Clap, clap, clap your hands, just clap your hands, just

And you say Blackstreet
Clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet
Clap, clap, clap your hands, just clap your hands, just
And you say Blackstreet

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