Текст песни Clap Your Hands Bonus Track

Yo Yo Yo Yo

Everybody

Everybody

Everybody

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name

What was it like try'na get up in the game

Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes

Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes

Like you run around splurging deepen the excursion

TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version

Now tell everybody what be going through your mind

Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme

Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right

Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic

Make sure they got water stay steady with the light

And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight

Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp

How we be rolling, when we work and we lam

Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six

And another set of caps double that in the Bricks

Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks

Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks

Now tell everybody what be going through your brains

Celeb chick up in the rap game

Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane

Take a whole lot of money

Fuck around and ride the train

Say my voice too maley, can't understand me

No album out superbitch won a Grammy

Chorus:

All the ladies in the place clap your hands

All the fellas in the house clap your hands

Everybody (Everybody)

Everybody (Everybody)

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)

Everybody (Everybody)

Everybody (Everybody)

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)

Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block

In New Jerus where the crime don't stop

See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's

If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins

Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends

Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims

Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way

Who like to hustle

Lose scams everyday

Type of chicks hit first

Even let they kids curse Rah Digga - Clap Your Hands Bonus Track - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rah-digga/clap-your-hands-bonus-track-lyrics.html

Get a check every month

Day job as a nurse

I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers

So I'ma get slick

Evict they own man running

Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash

Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash

Drinking all type of goodies

Sending heads on a run

Everytime I pass a L

Here comes another one

Now bitch got the munchies

Making heads front me

Dipping in the dro

Niggas fuck around and jump me

Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock

Now where we headed when the block get hot

Now we speeding on the Ave.

Puffing on lots of gandas

Pumping Jay shit

Somebody got Nastradamus

Kicking one-liners

Car full of rhymers

Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us

Now tell everybody where you heard it all first

Type of shit going into Digga verse

Say intellect punch lines

Kill 'em all one time

Voice still crazy

Even when I kick my fun rhymes

Digga supreme

Clientele like ghost faces

Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases

Chorus:

All the ladies in the place clap your hands

All the fellas in the house clap your hands

Everybody (Everybody)

Everybody (Everybody)

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)

Everybody (Everybody)

Everybody (Everybody)

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)

Everybody (Everybody)

Everybody (Everybody)

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)

Everybody (Everybody)

Everybody (Everybody)

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy