we could be All the girls, all the boys Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap your hands Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap your hands Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap your hands Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
body I need some dancin', I need some dancin' Will you clap your hands? Can you clap your hands? Can you clap your hands? My love, clap your hands
they wind and drift and moods are made and set but shift this place where skies are low and birds are big We went to sleep in day and woke again the
be serviced See now now you hesitatin' boy you makin' me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run from me hollows
[Intro] YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!) YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!) (YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!) BUT YOU
'mma have to go wild Yeah, better back up, boy When the DJ turn the track up, boy 'Cause all these haters in the club must really wanna see the Teddy Pizzle act up, boy, clap, clap, clap, clap
spin me, yeah (Goes around, spin me) (Take a moment again back) And every time we're done making love (Take a moment again back) (Take a moment again
me do my thang I mean, do your thing let me do my thang Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing Hustlers, do your thing let me
business Never was and nigga never will be Thinkin' I'm broke but I'm out here filthy, feelin' me? Y'all niggaz be killin' me Braggin' 'bout the money
I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money, money don't make me a dime [x2] [Beanie Siegel] Facemob
told you that talkin' wasn't shit to me So bitch be more specific when you spit for me It ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from
, bustin' at random While you make it clap clap clap clap clap (You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang) While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
your Jordans again Take a boss to be ordered the men Give them a call, don't have my money, in 24 hours Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again
D-Block, ten hut My street niggaz are you ready? Less more I'ma ryder clap off hop in a divider Keep the car in neutral let it roll back Big A.K. tied
shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me Bang
was Fiesta and he held me so tight. I thought, I thought I was dying. But I just had the clap. It was Fiesta and I had the clap. What to do in Rio
) And I don't know who you came to see (And I don't know who you came to see) But ain't another muthafucker bad like me (But ain't another muthafucker bad like me
it out you show me how to use my tongue you just some yum yum tasty tasy and when you take me and take me you bring the freak out in ME [Da Brat]