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8Ball & MJG

Clap On

 

Clap On

(album: Ridin High - 2007)


[Yung Joc:]
Lay it down, lay it down cocksukaz, all you hatas and bustas best beware, cuz if you thnk its about chu kumin out hard
On da outside lookin in
On top of da world
Space age pimpin
And living legends da muthafuckaz back
Guns cocked, and reloaded
Hmm.. And dey ridin high

[Chorus:]
Clap on, clap off
Got this strap willin to knock ya trap off...
Clap on, clap off
Got this strap willin to knock ya cap off...

[8Ball:]
Big face rubberband gimme dat shit nigga you don't need it anyway loud mouth bitch nigga, snitch nigga at da club lik he ain't done nutn chest poked out c*** suka you don't run nutn ok I'm a pull a muthafukin O. J. Leave da premises bloody ride off wit da yay!
Pray you don't ever see it unfold in ya face nigga this shit and wax is da inner taste off wit cha fukin head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze at da party this here certified industry neva me disrespect boy you knw what its goin be

[Chorus x2]

[Yung Joc:]
My nigga you know what its feelin to be death to my enemy patna your no kin t me tell it to da gilaten herd chu been spillin beans birds from da phillipines one serve judge 2 da nigga you feelin to serve me, I ain't feelin to go back for nar a nigga naw one phone call bullets comin through ya wall play about my mu fukin money and da saw my niggas tow throw aways fuk da law tools on deck wit tech's and da sawed-off shots 2 ya neck wats left get hauled off got em shot em bullets bouncin lossen blood by da ounces moma cryn up a river when da news announces

[Chorus x2]

[MJG:]
I'm pimp tight mjg plenty ammunition in my coat poket 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 nutn but ya homeboy's and ya league you can bump ya guns, all dat bullet talk you say you don't mean shit, mu fuka this a new day you can neva play like piano you sloppy I'm jus slippin lik giano versaci I'm like da wire you don't wanna start shit I get a doctor to kill you, and dump you in some apartments

[Chorus]

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