Klap Ya Handz (LP Version) 1992 Das EFX
เพลงKlap Ya Handz (LP Version)

ศิลปิน: Das EFX

อัลบัม: Dead Serious

ออกเมื่อ: 07-04-1992

Klap Ya Handz (LP Version) - Das EFX


Well uh is macaroni and cheese


Before I start I gots ta umm fart no I gots ta uh sneeze

Not I gotcha trippin yippity-doo-da-day

Shucks I'm makin' bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some

Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon

So shout "Wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom "


Drayx up for sure dang now that I'm flexed

My a-EFX'll quote when the bridge fell down

And I'ma good ship with the lollipop

Left town so yiggity-yack you booga-loo black

Oki doki oopsy Daisy cos I'm Krayzie like that

But it's the cat got snuffed or Mr Red and his crew

So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew

Troop I got the hoolahoop baby woop dooby-doo

Lassie boy you made a mess now go and get the pooper scoop

Oops I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make

But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo yay for Dray and

Klap your hands now


Klap your hands now


Klap your hands now


Bon voyage look out below cos umm

I got my socks on the popcorn the Hubba Bubba yep gum

Skippity bum you think I don't know the time

Well it's half-past a cow's a** and I'm a real bad a**

Yeah shitty-bang-boom-bang yo who rang

Abra-cadabra jimminy crickets set the wrists to my slang

I got the knights all sniffin sneezing yes

Stuffy-head called for and fever sow you to rest

Tight rhymes catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff

Or a Uzi be careful who you choose could choose a Marvin choose a ship

Lickity split cos flippity-lips can sink ships

And yo a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip

In the morning yawning as I stand for group check

To back up I slap up r-r-rut put you're boo deck

Yep so what the heck you gives rhymes like a cheque

Because the A is for apple the J is for 'ja back to book bets'

And then S-K-double O-Be on mansel

So if ya happy and ya know it klap your hands


Well uhh woopty doody abba doozy it's time

I'm on the yabber dabber scribber scrabber shimmy sham flam

So heavens-to-Betsy golly wolly gee whiz

My lickity split got splat the diddly squat was hot

Oh yeah dapper doodly do you don't know Mr Magoo

You heard I'm loco well yo I'm despicable too


So umm hi ho Silver and away we go

The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes so

Holy toledo cowabunga what gives

I heard you shot my borough til blow at twins

The name farmer's up in me need no give me no more

Cos that soul lock ya stands I can't stands no more

So zippity doo da day woops I gots stuff

See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts

But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest

So hey how much wood could a woodchuck chuck

If a woodchuck could chuck f**k you know the rest

So seizin it seizin it seizin it I shall

Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books that's my pal and


A diggity-cap my slipp'ry style is

I got the mics the back pop crackle and snap

And all that me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer

To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers

Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber some say Brooklyn boop

But don't consider me as no follower no runner or no poop

But just rock a by rock a by booboo

Let your fingers do the walking hey I'm talking yoohoo


Can ya can ya hear me Checka checka 1-2

Aiyo sit Booboo sit sh*t cos I'm the one who

Kick a rhyme in singular so son you're used to it

Cos Poof the Magic Dragon I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate

Or triplicate can't forget my boogaloo big jaw

Um listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw


M-I-crooked letter crooked letter I


Crooked letter crooked letter I hump back


Hump back I you can't touch I

Cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya


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