Telemann: Concerto No. 1 for Trumpet, 2 Oboes, Strings and Continuo in D - 4. (Grave)

歌詞

Boy a fool wonder what's cool Tryin' to figure out what to rhyme about I heard your mans ran cryin' to his mommy and his daddy When the cops drove by his house so who you tryin' to dial If you're lookin' for an answer you're probably gonna find it now And to the man in the hat standing lookin' at his watch Motherfucker well the time is now Go clap your hands let me hear you say that's the jam See I wouldn't be shit if I ain't have no fans Can't sit down kids you have to stand Just put your hands up you don't have to dance Here we get it poppin' like it's Pakistan Iraq Iran and have them sayin' Mac's the man The maximum coming through to pass you bums So if you ain't got no money better ask for some Hey we came to get down have a good time Bring the champagne out and the good wine We gon' be sippin' and whippin' the sickest whips Spittin' the illest shit that's sicker than syphilis Comin' in the back door yellin' fuck a list Fans takin' pictures while I'm tryin' to take a piss We came to party didn't come to give a shit Now sing this part it goes like this All my people in the front Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands Everybody in the back Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you're feeling that funk Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you love it like that Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands All my people in the front Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands Everybody in the back Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you're feeling that funk Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you love it like that Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands H-h-h-h-hold up Every day they wanna ask me when I'll grow up I show up cause fans will go nuts Tell the girls it's cool look but don't touch I'll be home as soon as I can I don't rush Cause girl you're baby girl you're good just don't fuss I wanna hear y'all clap just like that Keep it goin' I'm a bring it all back H-h-h-h-hold up Every day they wanna ask me when I'll grow up I show up cause fans will go nuts Tell the girls it's cool look but don't touch I'll be home as soon as I can I don't rush Baby, you're baby girl you're good just don't fuss I hear these couples fighting all the time not us We have a good time like to get fucked up What what goin' hard tonight Under 21 but find me at the bar tonight Hey driving round in my car tonight Making music that ain't hard to like I got the heart to write A couple bars I might go do Something crazy or maybe lazy love me or hate me You know it's the same me And it goes a little something like this All my people in the front Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands Everybody in the back Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you're feeling that funk Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you love it like that Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands All my people in the front Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands Everybody in the back Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you're feeling that funk Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you love it like that Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands Boy a fool wonder what's cool Tryin' to figure out what to rhyme about I heard your mans ran crying to his mommy and his daddy When the cops drove by his house So who you tryin' to dial If you're lookin' for an answer you're probably gonna find it now And to the man in the hat standing looking at his watch Motherfucker well the time is now