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Clap Ya Hands

14

Hip-Hop/Rap

Clap Ya Hands was released on October 28, 2003 by BCD Music Group as a part of the album Late Bloomer

Song Details

AlbumLate Bloomer

Release DateOctober 28, 2003

LabelBCD Music Group

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

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Yeah, yeah, just when you thought that I gave up

I came back with my weight up, your boy had to save up

These **** still got they hate up

I'm jumpin' out somethin' brand new, watch the doors raise up

My roots is nappy, I tell a bitch, "Ah naw"

'Cause Yung Redd ride swangas on a Boss Hogg

I'm livin' proof of what the hustle can do

And if work for me then it might work for you

And they try to figure me out, but you don't have a clue

Just follow my lead, y'all do as I do

When I was broke, I still stunted mo' than your growth

I blow indo, my whole life went up in smoke, but

Y'all don't know the trouble I been in

My wheels keep spinnin', on the bubble I been's in

It won't stop until my casket drops

Until a **** voice give out, that's all it's about, what?

Time to go

When it's time to go

When God calls me on home, mmm

I'll take my bow and be gone

Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla

Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla

My life is like a soap opera, it's full of drama

Mama say **** be hatin' 'cause I'm pushin' a Hummer

And I wonder, why these hoes love me so much

They like the way I profile on them dubs in my truck, hey

I'm too much, you could look but don't touch

Cross me if you want, you'll get a headrush

I'm the top prospect, my deal more than A-Rod

The wheel gone be grilled but them hoes stay fraud

Say boy, Lil' Ron, I don't play

My shit is pure right, yours look like barkay

Forty grand a day, hey, I must be a hustla

Six bricks, dog-proof, stashed in my muffler

Bad motherfucker, but a small dude

I'll break ya neck like that **** "Ravishing" Rick Rude

And I won't complain, when The Lord calls me home

I'll take my bow and then be gone

Time to go

When it's time to go

When God calls me on home, mmm

I'll take my bow and be gone

Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla

Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla

Now I'm a two-time loser, done seen the pen twice (Huh)

Thrice is a no go, I'm still sellin' snow dough

I got me two birds that my partner pushed to me

Since I been paroled, that ****, Jay, been good to me

Now I tend to brag a lot so **** label me a showboat (Uh-huh)

I tell 'em, "Stick and stones'll break a bone but this ain't yo' dope

To tell me nothin' fly, you ain't gave me one gram"

So what a sucker say, I ain'ts to give one damn

Now keep in mind, that I'm just 145 (Right)

5'8", physically I'm lightweight

But check the streets, they'll say that I'm heavy and thorough (Sho)

Run the gangsta, checkin' partner, pull up every bureau (What?)

I helds my own, holds my own, holds my chrome

Plus it's clone for when it's on

Now when I'm gone, make sure they sketch in my stone

"Twisted Black, hustle hard in the paint 'til he was gone"

****

Time to go

When it's time to go

When God calls me on home, mmm

I'll take my bow and be gone

Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla

Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla

Written by: DORSEY WELSEY, David Haulsey, Rashia Fisher

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