a Soul Clap? Can I get a Soul Clap? We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop Can I get a Soul Clap
Prijevod: Stilovi. Soul pljeskati.
, bustin' at random While you make it clap clap clap clap clap (You gotta shake that thang, shake that thang) While you make it clap clap clap clap clap
niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped
snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off with your money then clap
Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat Follow the leader through
T-squad T.s. Takin shit [ verse 1: armageaddon ] We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? set's style
my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other words, can I get a soul clap? Diggin
I've been trying to explain Got no time to play games Keep it coming like the next train Make the party people exclaim Whenever they hear my name They go Mos Def Oh, yes my style
[Killah Priest] As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark ya Greet the night stalker, meet your fate Bow and pay homage, I rap with a garment Like one
the Scarface Groove Startin' to sweat, I know it's hard to breathe Rhymes are on time so you better believe The style, sick of the style, 'cause the style
you openin' for Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin' the door So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
a orderly fashion Message to the fake nigga flashin' Slow up Oc before you get dropped And closed like a caption Fractional kids don't know the time for action Styles
hold that Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat Got old guns for new niggaz, my throwback And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped Canons
one to blame but Peedi and a nigga I mean Ten stacks, Crakk come to the club and do the thing You ain't got that, I'm in the crib fixin' my bricks Style
