Текст песни Jay Dee f Blu - The Clapper
Jay Dee f Blu - The Clapper слова песни
(*police sirens in background*)(Jay Dee)Uggh, uggh, yea this is for all my street niggas, Feel itBounce, survival of the fittest they out here to get us yallWhat you gon do, what you gon do? (Chorus)Clap on, clap off, clap on, clap offNever take your muthafuckin strap offKeep the safety on but don`t take it off(Jay Dee)Where I`m from, niggas be waiting to break you offThey`ll see you out in the streets and they peepin you outLet em catch you slippin and end up with a piece in yo mouthIt ain`t over cause they got the keys to your houseYour weed and your car bout to spend your G`s at the barFuck that!! I know betta you cant floss round niggas with no cheddarSee these niggas with no cheese they hungry for real They hunting to kill and will give you somthing to fill up in the field7 mile and Ryan niggas dyin, tryin to pump gas and got pumped in the AssShittt betta get something to blast back at them some, this happen huhh(Bridge)Clap on, clap off, Clap on, Clap off,Never take your muthafuckin strap offKeep the safety on but don`t take it off(Blu)Cant afford to slip, nothin but clips up in my nineCause know days and times it ain`t to good on the grindNiggas pockets like ouch, fell off in the droughtGot snot nose nappy headed kids on the couchTimes running out rents due, so what he do? Grab the twenty two and try to stick it to youBut no not Blu I pack more than a double dueceWhen you see me roll thru 100 spokes on the coupeI`m heated not to be cheated fuck around and get yo face deletedI`m waitin on ah broke nigga hatin` take a toke when I`m blazinTill your head start achin` ain`t no praise to god, straight penetratin` funeral in the makinKeep my eyes on the streets like street lightsNigga think I`m lyin` try to creap fuck around and get 3 strikes(Jay Dee)You outta there, y`all niggas know y`all outta thereYea come on with the real if y`all niggas fakin the funkYall know y`all outta there, come wit it, get live with it