Your People - Snap Ya Fingas Lyrics

Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Clap ya hands
Do a dance
You da man
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Clap ya hands
Do a dance
You da man

Get down or lay down
Once down you stay down
Way past the eight count
My dawgs be grey hound
Quick to the loot, count
One, two ,three, five, sound
The beat and the bounce
Lost then the truth found
Mystery van,I stick to the plan
It's glued to my hand
I made it my brand
It's butter like jam and peanuts I scram
The eggs in the pan, it's funky, god damn
It blew in the fan, the fragrance in air
The bravest get scared
I'm growing my hair, my power right here
I'm willing to share, with fam an affair
I'm keeping it there like hold the situation hostage
Dead men, they stay in pockets
Never worship, devil lodges, pop a knuckle
Like a jingle

Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Clap ya hands
Do a dance
You da man
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Snap ya fingas
Clap ya hands
Do a dance
You da man

You the man but I'd rather be the boss, be the law
Stick and move, I'm the tree, catch a branch to the jaw
Catch a line to the head, punchline wake em dead
If you sleeping on me, you're a lucky lady baby
Stick with me like time and aging, thin and thick
The book the pages, together we're so amazing
Peanut butter, jelly, maybe
Waiting on an expiration on the fake I'm tired of waiting
Rather eat the plate I'm saving, serving on the stage of greatness