from school? Don't make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic math. (give it to me now.) Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me. I gotta do one song for my
from school? Don't make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic math. (give it to me now.) Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me. I gotta do one song for
gratitude You mad at me, I'm mad at you You hate on me, I laugh at you I'm warning dog, on it, tell my homeboys to clap at you Niggaz tried to murder
When Rice Pot Ah Bun, Feel Head Tuff Dan Cornmeal Weh Hunka The Chef Shotta Tun. Shoot To Yuh Head Is To The End When The Cop A Come. 45 Shot Clap Out
y'all, but uhh This a little somethin to ride to, let's go Yo, I think a paradigm diggin me writin rhymes is on the rhythm The song hits and it's non
out your seat oh oh Clap your hands, move your feet Until the break of dawn Cause nobody gives are damn about the day that you were born This songs for
the highway burnin rubber (Say What?) Did I stutter mother fucker? Step out of line U don't want none of that U better move back when u hear the Sound of the Clap
(Madcon) Element My heart, it beats to your song A melody sent from God I can't breathe when you're gone Yes I'm deeply in love (Be my valentine) Every
I got my first taste, makin tapes til the rhyme skill was great and my style would escalate Practice made my perfect tactics Now my dap gets clap, cause
Intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too... [Slug] Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap Walks amoungst the flies that hover over
Jermaine Dupri] Ha ha, now everybody in the house just Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands Uh, stomp your feet, uh-uh-uh, stomp your feet Just, clap your hands, uh-huh, clap
ain't no connection at all Except the fact that we created by the All Mighty God That ain't enough to stand up and clap your hands for this song 'Ain'
ain't really wanna holler or nothin' I just pegged you as the type for frontin' Steady chucklin' with your girlfriends actin' contrary and cluckin' But ya song
Clap your hands Just clap your hands (Guess who's back in effect) Just... (Alright Ya'll) And you say Blackstreet (yeah) Clap clap clap your hands Just clap
the swine at the cabaret lick their lips as they clap along. Devastator, in a negligee, does a strip tease while he sings this song: "Everybody needs
hard on. I want to celebrate! And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. I want to celebrate! The children smile and clap
one DJ and one MC, and that's it (that's it) That's it (come on yall) Clap your hands everybody, everybody clap your hands