Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Spliff Star
Spliff Star
Vocals
Barry Manilow
Barry Manilow
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
William Lewis
William Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rock
Rick Rock
Producer
Darren Rapp
Darren Rapp
Recording Engineer
Patrick Gordon
Patrick Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Chris Geringer
Chris Geringer
Mastering Engineer
Jamie Garcia
Jamie Garcia
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Zinczenko
Mike Zinczenko
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we 'bout to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on!!! Ah ha, yeah yeah, uh ah uh, yeah yeah, ah, ah, ah Flipmode baby, yeah, check it out Hey! Hey! Ain't no fakin the fluid Water drippin off asses of women that's shakin it to it While I'm takin you through it, no mistakin my crew is Flipmode baby!!! got you actin all stupid Now I'm back in the cupid, just to tell you the truth is Them niggas that be havin you blacken and ready to lose it Pushin lambos and harley rockin Roberto Cavalli (Huh!) Now I got a new hobby diamonds and tattoos and bodies Watch me crash through the party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big chains in socker jerseys Take you on hotter journeys, the way we put it down And be hittin be havin you shittin more than a box of hersheys We come to control it we come to command it And just for the record we always come to set a new standard Act like you know Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap See you a hot little mama it's only right that I holla Love your face love your smile love that ass in a Prada Make it, bounce up and down like the six four impalla Turn around wiggle it like you shakin it for dollars Girl your skin tone pretty and you love top wear Vickey Sport Gucci and Gabbana when you love the world is sticky Got a, crib in the city with a cherry eight fifty We could cruise down the avenue and shop till you dizzy Throw some karats in your pinky have your neck and wrist blingy I could bless you with it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly little nigga boo enough for you to dig it boo Hit me up later we can go somewhere and kick it boo The name is Spliff baby I'll make you man hate me Cause my shit's steak and gravy plus my pipe gettin crazy baby Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap I say come on if your ready, we wylin all night We make you feel good, make you feel right See they drunk off of the henny, niggas wanna fight Shit these bitches be wearin be fittin real tight Niggas up in the club, niggas outside Bag a couple bitches, bring 'em in inmtside Shorty dodgin and dippin, shorty tryin to hide Busy dodgin a nigga because she wanna ride, come on if ya... All ready we come to muscle y'all women Come on, rastle and try to hastle and hustle y'all women Come on, you you you you see how we bubble y'all women Come on, dibble and dabble how we be lovin y'all women Come on Let's get it on and let me hit it with my fitted on Never mind a slow jam pump one of Biggie's songs Strip, yell or purr her off show me that butter soft Open wide ma swallow when I let it off, yo Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap Just make it clap
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Ricardo Thomas, William Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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