8Ball And MJG - Clap On Lyrics
8Ball And MJG Lyrics
Clap On Lyrics
(feat. Yung Joc)
[Intro: Yung Joc]
Lay it down, lay it down cocksukaz, all u hatas and bustas best beware, kuz if u thnk it's about chu kumin out hard,
On da outside lookin in,
On top of da world,
Space age pimpin,
And living legends da muthaf*ckaz back,
Guns cocked, and reloaded
Hmm... and dey ridin high.
[Chorus:]
Clap On, Clap Off,
Got dis strap willin to knock ya trap off...
Clap On, Clap Off,
Got dis strap willin to knock ya cap off...
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Big face rubberband gimme dat shit nigga u don't need it anyway loud mouth bitch nigga, snitch nigga at da club lik he ain't done nutn chest poked out cock suka u don't run nutn OK I'm a pull a muthafukin O.J. leave da premises bloody ride off with da YAY! pray u don't ever see it unfold in ya face nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste off with cha fukin head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze at da party dis here certified industry neva me disrespect boy u knw wat it's goin be
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
My nigga you know what it's feelin to be death to my enemy patna your no kin t me tell it to da gilaten herd chu been spillin beans birds from da phillipines one serve judge 2 da nigga you feelin to serve me, I ain't feelin to go back for nar a nigga naw one phone call bullets comin through ya wall play about my mu fukin money and da saw my nigas tow throw aways fuk da law tools on deck with tech's and da sawed-off shots 2 ya neck wats left get hauled off got em shot em bullets bouncin lossen blood by da ounces moma cryn up a river when da news announces
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: MJG]
I'm pimp tight MJG plenty ammunition in my coat poket when I squeeze I'm a 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 u ain't killin nutn but ya homeboy's and ya league you can bump ya guns, all dat bullet talk you say you don't mean shit, mu fuka dis a new day you can neva play like piano you sloppy I'm jus slippin lik giano versaci I'm like da wire you don't wanna start shit I get a doctor to kill you, and dump you in some apartments
[Chorus]
[Intro: Yung Joc]
Lay it down, lay it down cocksukaz, all u hatas and bustas best beware, kuz if u thnk it's about chu kumin out hard,
On da outside lookin in,
On top of da world,
Space age pimpin,
And living legends da muthaf*ckaz back,
Guns cocked, and reloaded
Hmm... and dey ridin high.
[Chorus:]
Clap On, Clap Off,
Got dis strap willin to knock ya trap off...
Clap On, Clap Off,
Got dis strap willin to knock ya cap off...
[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Big face rubberband gimme dat shit nigga u don't need it anyway loud mouth bitch nigga, snitch nigga at da club lik he ain't done nutn chest poked out cock suka u don't run nutn OK I'm a pull a muthafukin O.J. leave da premises bloody ride off with da YAY! pray u don't ever see it unfold in ya face nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste off with cha fukin head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze at da party dis here certified industry neva me disrespect boy u knw wat it's goin be
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
My nigga you know what it's feelin to be death to my enemy patna your no kin t me tell it to da gilaten herd chu been spillin beans birds from da phillipines one serve judge 2 da nigga you feelin to serve me, I ain't feelin to go back for nar a nigga naw one phone call bullets comin through ya wall play about my mu fukin money and da saw my nigas tow throw aways fuk da law tools on deck with tech's and da sawed-off shots 2 ya neck wats left get hauled off got em shot em bullets bouncin lossen blood by da ounces moma cryn up a river when da news announces
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: MJG]
I'm pimp tight MJG plenty ammunition in my coat poket when I squeeze I'm a 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 u ain't killin nutn but ya homeboy's and ya league you can bump ya guns, all dat bullet talk you say you don't mean shit, mu fuka dis a new day you can neva play like piano you sloppy I'm jus slippin lik giano versaci I'm like da wire you don't wanna start shit I get a doctor to kill you, and dump you in some apartments
[Chorus]
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