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Lyrics for Clap Your Hands Bonus Track by Rah Digga:
| | | Artist: | Rah Digga |
| | Album: | Dirty Harriet | | Track: | Clap Your Hands Bonus Track | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 269 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
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)
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