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Rah Digga
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Clap Your Hands
Lyricist:Fisher Rashia Tashan, Writer Unknown
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 super bitch won a Grammy
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 (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say, come on, bounce, come on, bounce (Everybody)
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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 Every time I pass a L, here comes another one
Now bitch got the munchies, making heads front me Dipping in the drom 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 ganjas Pumping Jay shit, somebody got Nostradamus 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 clientèle like ghost faces Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases
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 (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say, come on, bounce, come on, bounce (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say, come on, bounce, come on, bounce (Everybody)
Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say, come on, bounce, come on, bounce (Everybody)
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