收聽Ja Rule的Clap Back (Radio Edit)歌詞歌曲

Clap Back (Radio Edit)

Ja Rule2003年1月1日

Clap Back (Radio Edit) 歌詞

Yeah yeah haha yeah

I gotta get my headphones

All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one

You know Yeah yeah ya know

It's real Hussein what's happ'nin nigga

I see you aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT

Haha haha yeah my n***a O-1 in the mother****ing house

My n***a Cadillac Gotti what up

Blackchild what up

I'd like to welcome all my niggaz

To the world famous Murda Inc Show

Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island

Niggaz in Uptown niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz

All my Bronx niggaz yeah all my Jersey niggaz you know

We doing it real big right here all my money niggaz

This s**t commentated on the one's and two's

They call me the Mighty Rule how ya living

This real s**t we talking

What do you do -when niggaz spit at you

Clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

****if they holl'in about Rule nigga here's the real

I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill

Wear nothing but ice smiles tinted up to The Greatest

Tell em I'm nice too plus push them nice coupes

The Inc roll like duece man I'm ol' G Bobby J

And we slingin' soccer fields of yay

They don't respect that don't get your minds around

You'll get it pushed back y'all don't want that

I send em to the morgue while keepin my B*****s bouncin fa sho

In Da Club with no gun got em taking it off

Can't help that I'm the n***a that puts it down

Send them home in the throwback West 44 Lakers

Let's make no mistakes when these reps take place

What's your procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist let's cock back n***a air out the space

Rule be In Da Club rule m**********r poppin the bubbly

When s**t get ugly I hug the snub closely

But usually we still see your *****es

Bouncin on some freak s**t trying to ride my dick

I can handle it long as they manage

To get they ass infront of my d**k and dance to Big's one more chance

Catching hate from a glance but I'm a giant

These niggaz is mere ants I'll stomp 'em out wit a shank

Give B*****s the back hand this pimp s**t it's not realistic

The game is heavy let's not get it twisted

I'm young black and gifted but still at the bottom

And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam

I'm here to make this rap s**t hotter than Harlem

****the Dog beware of Rule cause I'm the problem

What's your procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist let's cock back n***a air out the space

Like Bush and Saddam I'm a find out

Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first

It could be much worse I could be hotter than yo scrubs

Mask and glove gun hot from burnin ass up

I'd rather be bossed up wit a bunch of broads

The preachers daughter screaming out ****the lord

I may have struck a chord wit the Christians

But y'all got the freakiest B*****s out of all the religions

And God gave me his blessings to handle my business

On these wanksta snitches let the nina blow kisses

If she some how misses he gon' meet the mistress

And Clap that boy like Birdman and Clipse

I got these niggaz all over my dick like hoes

I'm the star at these shows I must be as hot as they come

What's your procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist let's cock back n***a air out the space

Yeah my n***a 'Zino in this mother****er

That's how we do it know what I mean

Buck '89 what's up baby I see you

Break 'em down nigga break 'em down

Bring them birds in the mother****ing house

It's not a game no mo'

Queens in this mother****er

You know

All my Jersey niggaz all my Boston niggaz

All my Brooklyn niggaz Brooklyn sir what up

 

Haha yeah holla at me man