Clap On (feat. Yung Joc)

歌詞

[Intro] Lay it down, lay it down cocksukaz All you hatas and bustas best beware Cuz the niggas who 'bout you comin' out hard On da outside lookin' in, on top of da world Space Age pimpin' And Living Legends, the mothafuckas back Guns cocked and reloaded Hmm... And they ridin' high, bitch [Yung Joc - Chorus] Clap on, clap off Got a strap that'll knock the trap off Clap on, clap off Got a strap that'll knock ya cap off [8Ball - Verse 1] Big face rubberband gimme dat shit nigga Don't need it anyway loud mouth bitch nigga Snitch nigga at da club like he ain't done nuthin' Chest poked out cocksuka you don't run nuthin' Ok I'ma pull a mafuckin' O.J. Leave da premises bloody ride off wit' da yay Pray you don't ever see it unfold in ya face Nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste Off wit'cha fuckin' 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 know what it's gon' be [Chorus X2] [Yung Joc - Verse 2] My nigga you know what its finnin' be Death to my enemies, patna you no kin to me Tell it to da guillotine Heard you been spillin' beans Birds from da Philippines One serve judge tellin' you he sick of me I ain't finnin' go back for nar a nigga naw One phone call bullets comin' through ya walls Play 'bout my mafuckin' money and da saw My niggas tote throw aways, fuck da law Tools on deck wit' the tech's and da sawed-off Shots to ya neck what's left get hauled off Got 'em shot 'em bullets bouncin' Losin' blood by da ounces Momma cryin' up a river when da news announces [Chorus X2] [MJG - Verse 3] I'm a pimp tight MJG plenty ammunition In my coat pocket, when I squeeze I'ma get attention You can talk shit just don't put my name in it Dis 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' nuthin' but ya homeboy's and ya league You can bump ya gums, all dat bullet talk you say Don't mean shit, mafucka dis a new day You can neva play me like piano, you sloppy I'm jus slippin' like Gianni Versace I'm like The Wire, you don't wanna start shit I get a dyke to kill you, and dump you in some apartments [Chorus X2]