Coolio - Clap Ya Hands (Funtime Mix) Lyrics

Clap ya hands everybody
And everybody just clap ya hands
And all the ladies from the front to the back
Go head get low girl do yo dance

Clap ya hands everybody
And all the homies just stomp ya feet
And if e'rything cool
Get full and act a fool
But B don't pull yo heat

Let's get the party crackin'
Homie it's time for action
Bitch get up and break it down from the back'n
This ain't no f*ckin' game
This is gangster music
Original
One of the first that showed ya how to do it
And yes indeed I wanna see some cheese
And y'all better make a move before I increase my fees
I got kids to feed
I got shit I need
So I'm go'n take the lead even if ya have to bleed
It ain't about the greed
F*ckin' pass the trees
I gotta freestyle
I'm down to do my daily deed
But when I'm done leave me lone cause I'm done den
Don't make me have to call my f*ckin' gunmen
To roll your ass black and blue like the 110
405 at 5:00 ya better run den
Paris, Tokyo, Berlin, and London
Coolio from the land where the sun end

Clap ya hands everybody
And everybody just clap ya hands
And all the ladies from the front to the back
Go head get low girl do yo dance

Clap ya hands everybody
And all the homies just stomp ya feet
And if e'rything cool
Get full and act a fool
But B don't pull yo heat

It's time to boogey y'all
Let's get it motivated
Get stimulated
Dance floor populated
I know ya waited
I know ya hated
For me to be gone for so long
There perpetrators becomin' schisty
They kind a divey
They can't make the party live and hype artist Ivy
That's why they tried to bite me
But they don't excite me
And worst of all they ain't been comin' tightly
It's all the same
Part of the dirty shame
Missing pieces in the package in this dirty game
I'm Coolio with the flow and I ain't goin' for it
I tried to be cool but now I'm back runnin' for it
Actin' the fool, startin' shit, and provokin' for it
Drop dat ass girl
See who can get the lowest
Gotta love a nigga
And ya know ya know it
So get yo ass out on the dance floor and show it

Clap ya hands everybody
And everybody just clap ya hands
And all the ladies from the front to the back
Go head get low girl do yo dance

Clap ya hands everybody
And all the homies just stomp ya feet
And if e'rything cool
Get full and act a fool
But B don't pull yo heat

We go'n make it hot
We go'n make it bang
We go'n show y'all mutha f*ckas how ta do y'all thang
We go'n bend the corner on 3 again
If you don't know who I am
It's the theif again
Coolio BG vet MC from the CPT
Remember Eazy-E?
Born, bred, and raised on them ghetto streets
Where ya gotta have heart, pack heat, or run a track meet
So grab yo cleets we goin' for a touchdown
2005 and you don't wanna front now
Float like a butterfly
Kick like Lee
Talk more shit than Ali or Chalee
Bros ever on your crew like Bobby Womac
I stay erect when ya go slack
That's how we do
Got everything yo crew lack
So clap hands
I wanna see ya do that

Clap ya hands everybody
And everybody just clap ya hands
And all the ladies from the front to the back
Go head get low girl do yo dance

Clap ya hands everybody
And all the homies just stomp ya feet
And if e'rything cool
Get full and act a fool
But B don't pull yo heat