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Clap On
1,675
Hip-Hop/Rap
Clap On was released on March 12, 2007 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Ridin' High
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Release DateMarch 12, 2007
LabelBad Boy Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
8Ball & MJG
8Ball & MJG
Performer
Yung Joc
Yung Joc
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alonzo Mathis
Alonzo Mathis
Songwriter
Jasiel Robinson
Jasiel Robinson
Songwriter
Marlon Goodwin
Marlon Goodwin
Songwriter
Premro Smith
Premro Smith
Songwriter
Thomas "Tom Cat" Bennett for Block Entertainment
Thomas "Tom Cat" Bennett for Block Entertainment
Arranger
Thomas "Tom Cat" Bennett
Thomas "Tom Cat" Bennett
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Conrad "Rad" Dimanche
Conrad "Rad" Dimanche
Associate Producer
H. Pierre
H. Pierre
Co-Executive Producer
Dana "Dee Jay Dana"
Dana "Dee Jay Dana"
Editing Engineer
Thomas "Tom Cat" Bennett
Thomas "Tom Cat" Bennett
Recording Engineer
Diddy
Diddy
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Gorilla Zoe
Gorilla Zoe
Producer
Alexis Seaton
Alexis Seaton
Recording Engineer
Dana "Dee Jay Dana" Ramey
Dana "Dee Jay Dana" Ramey
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Clap on (Clap on)
Lay it down, lay it down, cocksuckers
All you haters and busters best beware
'Cause the **** who bought you comin' out hard
On the outside lookin' in
On top of the world
Space age pimpin' and leavin' edges
The motherfucker's back
Gun is cocked and reloaded, hmm
And he ridin' hot, bitch
[Verse 2]
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock the trap off? (Trap off)
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap here to knock your cap off (Your cap off)
[Verse 3]
Big face rubber band, gimme that shit, ****
You don't need it anyways, loudmouth bitch ****
Snitch **** at the club like he ain't done nothing
Chest poked out, cocksucker
You don't run nothing
Okay, I'ma pull a mothafuckin' OJ
Leave the premises bloody, ride off with the yay
Pray you don't ever see it unfold in your face
****, this shit as black, sip it, get a taste
Off with your fucking head, dispose of the body
Put the work on the street, wrist froze at the party
This here certified industry, never me
Disrespect, boy, you know what it's gon' be
[Verse 4]
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock the trap off? (Trap off)
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap here to knock your cap off (Your cap off)
[Verse 5]
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock the trap off? (Trap off)
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap here to knock your cap off (Your cap off)
[Verse 6]
My ****, you know what it finna be, death to my enemy
Partner, you're no kin to me, tell it to the guillotine
Heard you been spillin' beans, birds from the Philippines
One serve, judge tellin' me he finna sentence me
I ain't finna go back for now, ****, no
One phone call, bullets comin' through your walls
Play about my motherfucking money and that's all
My **** tote throwaways, fuck the law
Goons on deck with the TECs and the sawed-off
Shots to your neck, what's left get hauled off
Got 'em, shot 'em, bullets bouncin'
Losin' blood by the ounces
Mama cryin' up a river when the news announces
[Verse 7]
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock the trap off? (Trap off)
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap here to knock your cap off (Your cap off)
[Verse 8]
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock the trap off? (Trap off)
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap here to knock your cap off (Your cap off)
[Verse 9]
I'm pimp tight, MJG, plenty ammunition
In my coat pocket, when I squeeze, I'ma get attention
You can talk shit, just don't put my name in it
This is real life and I don't play games in it
I'm a stranger to you, so you can't handle me
You ain't killin' nothing but your homeboys and your league
You can bump your gums, all that bullet talk you say
Don't mean shit, motherfucker, this a new day
You can never play me like piano, you sloppy
Caught you slippin' just like Gianno Versace
I'm like The Wire, you don't wanna start shit
I get a dyke to kill you and dump you in some apartments
[Verse 10]
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock the trap off? (Trap off)
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock your cap off? (The cap off)
[Verse 11]
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock the trap off? (Trap off)
Clap on (Clap on)
Clap off (Clap off)
Got this strap, will he knock your cap off? (The cap off)
Written by: Alonzo Mathis, Jasiel Robinson, Marlon Goodwin, Premro Smith
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