Soul Clap

(álbum: A Gangster And A Gentleman - 2002)

I'mma drink til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday
I'mma go and celebrate and hop on the ass
That's one more chance, dick Frank White ain't dead
Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red
Now the faggots wanna leave cuz the fights is on
I'mma still be here when the lights is on
Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth
Wit a Corona in my left hand
You try to front I'll coma your best man
I keep a trick up my sleeve, more like a two fifth up my sleeve
Then I switch it to the trey-deuce
In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose
It's like thugs ain't partying, I smoke 20 dimes
I seen 20 dimes I love they body and
P trying to score for the night
And to tell you the truth, my shit blown if we war for the night

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap
We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap

Ayo shit is still gravy though
I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for the radio
P at the club, niggas scared to let they lady go
Foot Locker 4 for 20's
Coulda had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my money
Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey
I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel comfortable
Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw
All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier
I'm trying to talk to a dime
Motherfucker, but I still take the time
Cocksucker, to rob y'all niggas for y'all Cardiers
I got a flow that you hardly hear
And a gun wit a silencer, why cuz they hardly hear
I got honeys flocking around, smoke in the air
Wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley there

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap
We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap

I'm the gentleman to hold the door
I'm the gangsta that's letting off the three while loading the four
Rather get a soul clap than clap your soul
Honey asking how many blunts I have to roll
I'mma smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk
I'm on my tour, shit and I ain't get a wink in a month
My favorite color is green
But I'm stacked for the moment so I'mma pick pink for the month
If you could take a hint, then after this party
If you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints
Got the fifty Cal, so hold that
Tell 'em roll back
I show niggas the real meaning of Soul Clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap
We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap

We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap
We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
And ain't nobody leaving til the music stop
Can I get a soul clap
Can I get a soul clap