Paul Wall, Chamillionaire - Clap lyrics
[Paul Wall, Chamillionaire - Clap lyrics]
(hey ya hey ya) , ooh oooh ooh (clap)
Only imagine
How close all the diamonds in the jewel sit
Invisible set and canary yellow, as a tulip
See I can spit some calm words to you
Through my two lips
I can have them hollow tips
Popping up out them two clips you pick
Don't run up on me with your tool slick
I'll be damned if I get jacked with a strap
Under my blue nit don't do nothing foolish
Cause, I'll completely lose it
Give a nigga a new breathing hole
With a pool stick
I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics
They come in groups of two or mo'
And they be wanting do it
Got females that do lick
And some that strictly do dick
But, if you freaky prove it
I'll go get the cool whip
If you love your shirt so much
That you don't wan' remove it
Then you can get up out my party
You can get excluded
Don't know what click that you with
But, I'm king of the new click
Color Changin' Click-clack rap
I plan to rule it clap
(hey ya hey ya) , ooh oooh ooh (clap)
If you owe me any more than zero cents
Time to collect fool i step through
And re possess the nigga my respect's due
Hope the numbers you wrote in the middle
Of that check's true unless you fast
And don't think a bullet can catch you
Buy a drink I bet you
That she gon get the next two
Or she'll be standing next to
The pay phone and get
Left too bad, your homie had already left too
Can't take you home look at your feet
And now she right and left too
Who's next to
Let Koopa undress you and sex you
Can't get you pregnant
Condom packs go in and get two
We can chop it up like OG ron C
And Mike Watts do
Or treat you like some Southern music
And make sure you get screwed
(hey ya hey ya) , ooh oooh ooh (clap)
Internet, Chamillionairecom on my channel
Run up on the vehicle
I bet that boy get handled
I don't like your tone of voice
You better calm your grammar
And slap you with the baking soda
My arm and hammer chain hanging to my nuts
Is kinda like you tasting
Ice, if your tongue is in the right location
I don't fight temptation, I invite temptation
Cause, I got a lap that
I would like your face in
Hey ya hey ya, oooh whoa Kemosabi
This liquor in my body
And I'm ready to party
Hey ya hey ya, oooh whoa Kemosabi
Hypnotic is for kids
We sipping Gin and Bicardi
Hey ya hey ya, the minute she saw me
She whispered, all the things she wanna do
So you know I'ma do, just what a playa do
And let her leave with me
Then send her home to you probably
(hey ya hey ya) , ooh oooh ooh (clap)
Hey ya hey ya, hey ya hey ya
Heeeee ooooh, hey ya
Only imagine
How close all the diamonds in the jewel sit
Invisible set and canary yellow, as a tulip
See I can spit some calm words to you
Through my two lips
I can have them hollow tips
Popping up out them two clips you pick
Don't run up on me with your tool slick
I'll be damned if I get jacked with a strap
Under my blue nit don't do nothing foolish
Cause, I'll completely lose it
Give a nigga a new breathing hole
With a pool stick
I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics
They come in groups of two or mo'
And they be wanting do it
Got females that do lick
And some that strictly do dick
But, if you freaky prove it
I'll go get the cool whip
If you love your shirt so much
That you don't wan' remove it
Then you can get up out my party
You can get excluded
Don't know what click that you with
But, I'm king of the new click
Color Changin' Click-clack rap
I plan to rule it clap
(hey ya hey ya) , ooh oooh ooh (clap)
If you owe me any more than zero cents
Time to collect fool i step through
And re possess the nigga my respect's due
Hope the numbers you wrote in the middle
Of that check's true unless you fast
And don't think a bullet can catch you
Buy a drink I bet you
That she gon get the next two
Or she'll be standing next to
The pay phone and get
Left too bad, your homie had already left too
Can't take you home look at your feet
And now she right and left too
Who's next to
Let Koopa undress you and sex you
Can't get you pregnant
Condom packs go in and get two
We can chop it up like OG ron C
And Mike Watts do
Or treat you like some Southern music
And make sure you get screwed
(hey ya hey ya) , ooh oooh ooh (clap)
Internet, Chamillionairecom on my channel
Run up on the vehicle
I bet that boy get handled
I don't like your tone of voice
You better calm your grammar
And slap you with the baking soda
My arm and hammer chain hanging to my nuts
Is kinda like you tasting
Ice, if your tongue is in the right location
I don't fight temptation, I invite temptation
Cause, I got a lap that
I would like your face in
Hey ya hey ya, oooh whoa Kemosabi
This liquor in my body
And I'm ready to party
Hey ya hey ya, oooh whoa Kemosabi
Hypnotic is for kids
We sipping Gin and Bicardi
Hey ya hey ya, the minute she saw me
She whispered, all the things she wanna do
So you know I'ma do, just what a playa do
And let her leave with me
Then send her home to you probably
(hey ya hey ya) , ooh oooh ooh (clap)
Hey ya hey ya, hey ya hey ya
Heeeee ooooh, hey ya