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Clap Yo Hands

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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 meercy!
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.
Its 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, sure ta get your money’s worth
So just...

Chorus
Clap your hands this evening, come on y’all say it’s alright [4x]
Clap yo hands
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 mc’s: 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.

Chorus
Clap your hands this evening. come on y’all say it’s alright [2x]
Clap yo hands

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 & sweaty
Started cutting more than petty confetty
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
Ah-ight? - the party is 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, leat 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!

Chorus
Clap your hands this evening, come on y’all say it’s alright [4x]
Clap yo hands
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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