Snoop Dogg, Big Bamm - Make it Clap lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, Big Bamm - Make it Clap lyrics]
Fuck it hey Buck, I told you, my nigga
Turn the track up a little bit
In my ear drums, man, need to hear that
Detail it's so gangsta
Snoop Dogg i make it clap
Hell yeah i make it clap
Fa' sho, cuz' i make it clap
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah i make it clap
A little somethin' for the bitches
And somethin' for the G's
A little somethin' for my
Peoples 'round the world, stackin' cheese
We gettin' money, y'all
We gettin' money, y'all
Now if ya bankroll fat and
You can bet right back
And blow a hundred thousand, nigga
On a night like back we gettin' money, y'all
We gettin' money, y'all
I get my focus, then ride
I put some Hen in my life
I get my pen and my pie
Man, I drift when I drive
I feel the breezes I breeze
I got the keys to my boat
Ain't that a bitch, motherfucker
Say the Dogg on coke
I sold coke my whole life
I never snort that shit
See I'm a ex-gangbanger
You can quote that shit i'm livin'
Everyday like Thanksgivin'
I watch my big homey Tookie
Get murdered in prison now I can't sit back
I gotta spit that rap
I hit the streets with this heat
I got some cases to beat i ain't bitchin'
Nigga snitchin' they think I'm crippin'
And trippin' and flippin' but trip this
You know I'm dippin'
With the bulletproof, tucked in a snub
I got the streets on lock
And now I'm up in the club thy kingdom come
Thy will be done thirteen years
Later, motherfucker, and I'm still number one
I make it clap (BRRAT)
Ain't no questions about it
Bigg Snoop Dogg is who the ese is down with
(Boss) and on one i was slangin' in Yale
It's 2007 and I got pussy to sell
Young Bamm, and I'm a beast on these streets
Now let me rap or take some
Game on this Snoop Dogg beat
Buck found me in the trap
From a quarter ounce of crack
To a thousand square feet
In the creek, in the back
I'm young, rich and strap
And I'm a make it Tron max
Sippin' cold cognac on the old Cadillac
I put it down for the Pound like everyday
So when you see me
Holla "Church!" cause I keep it that way
Yeah we gon' bust in the air
I make the 40 cal clap
Like the motherfuckin' snare from the L-1-3
To the DPG
I just got my weed license, fuck the LAPD
This old man, yeah, he sure can
D-O-Double G with twenty mil in his hand
I stand tall, against the wall
I'm gonna ball and I'll walk it off
My favorite shows to watch, on the phone
I don't really talk at all
From the valley Lowes of Clarksdale
I'm Gangsta, Gangsta like Avon Barksdale
You know the word is out he's on the loose
I'm back in the hood again
Sippin' on that Gin & Juice
Superman got dressed in the phone booth
Wha-wha-what, what you gon' do
My niggas is on you
See I was all about peace to your way
You motherfuckin' mouth, tell the police
Now it's on yeah
My gangsta boots is laced up
I came here to shoot
This motherfuckin' place up
Don't play no games, don't say no names
Don't do nothin'
Get popped in your motherfuckin' brain
Turn the track up a little bit
In my ear drums, man, need to hear that
Detail it's so gangsta
Snoop Dogg i make it clap
Hell yeah i make it clap
Fa' sho, cuz' i make it clap
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah i make it clap
A little somethin' for the bitches
And somethin' for the G's
A little somethin' for my
Peoples 'round the world, stackin' cheese
We gettin' money, y'all
We gettin' money, y'all
Now if ya bankroll fat and
You can bet right back
And blow a hundred thousand, nigga
On a night like back we gettin' money, y'all
We gettin' money, y'all
I get my focus, then ride
I put some Hen in my life
I get my pen and my pie
Man, I drift when I drive
I feel the breezes I breeze
I got the keys to my boat
Ain't that a bitch, motherfucker
Say the Dogg on coke
I sold coke my whole life
I never snort that shit
See I'm a ex-gangbanger
You can quote that shit i'm livin'
Everyday like Thanksgivin'
I watch my big homey Tookie
Get murdered in prison now I can't sit back
I gotta spit that rap
I hit the streets with this heat
I got some cases to beat i ain't bitchin'
Nigga snitchin' they think I'm crippin'
And trippin' and flippin' but trip this
You know I'm dippin'
With the bulletproof, tucked in a snub
I got the streets on lock
And now I'm up in the club thy kingdom come
Thy will be done thirteen years
Later, motherfucker, and I'm still number one
I make it clap (BRRAT)
Ain't no questions about it
Bigg Snoop Dogg is who the ese is down with
(Boss) and on one i was slangin' in Yale
It's 2007 and I got pussy to sell
Young Bamm, and I'm a beast on these streets
Now let me rap or take some
Game on this Snoop Dogg beat
Buck found me in the trap
From a quarter ounce of crack
To a thousand square feet
In the creek, in the back
I'm young, rich and strap
And I'm a make it Tron max
Sippin' cold cognac on the old Cadillac
I put it down for the Pound like everyday
So when you see me
Holla "Church!" cause I keep it that way
Yeah we gon' bust in the air
I make the 40 cal clap
Like the motherfuckin' snare from the L-1-3
To the DPG
I just got my weed license, fuck the LAPD
This old man, yeah, he sure can
D-O-Double G with twenty mil in his hand
I stand tall, against the wall
I'm gonna ball and I'll walk it off
My favorite shows to watch, on the phone
I don't really talk at all
From the valley Lowes of Clarksdale
I'm Gangsta, Gangsta like Avon Barksdale
You know the word is out he's on the loose
I'm back in the hood again
Sippin' on that Gin & Juice
Superman got dressed in the phone booth
Wha-wha-what, what you gon' do
My niggas is on you
See I was all about peace to your way
You motherfuckin' mouth, tell the police
Now it's on yeah
My gangsta boots is laced up
I came here to shoot
This motherfuckin' place up
Don't play no games, don't say no names
Don't do nothin'
Get popped in your motherfuckin' brain