Clap Back (Album Version|Explicit)-Ja Rule

歌手 : Ja Rule

专辑 : Blood In My Eye (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:56

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TXT Clap Back (Album Version|Explicit)-Ja Rule 文本歌词

Clap Back (クラップ・バック) (Album Version|Explicit) - Ja Rule

Lyrics by：Scott Storch/Jeffrey Atkins/Irving Lorenzo

Composed by：Jeffrey Atkins/Scott Storch/Irving Lorenzo

Yeah yeah

Haha yeah

I gotta get my headphones

Buck

All my gangsta n***as is in the building on this one

You know

Yeah yeah ya know

It's real Hussein what's happ'nin n***a

I see you aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT

Haha haha yeah my n***a O-1 in the motherf**king house

Jody in the house

Jody Mack

My n***a Cadillac Gotti what up

Blackchild what up

I'd like to welcome all my n***as

To the world famous Murda Inc. Show

Big shout to all my Queens n***as in Staten Island

N***as in Uptown n***as in Brooklyn n***as

All my Bronx n***as yeah all my Jersey n***as you know

We doing it real big right here all my money n***as

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

I wanna ask all my gangsta n***as a real question

Holla back

What do you do when n***as spit at you

Clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

F**k if they holl'in about Rule n***a 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***hes 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

Once I hit that that's it I'm up in the mind maxin' them

Holdin' 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

C'mon

We gon'

Clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

The Rule be in the club rude motherf**ker poppin' the bubbly

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

But usually used to seein' your b***hes

Dancin' on some freak s**t trying to ride my d**k

I can handle it long as they manage

To get they a*s in front of my d**k

And dance to BIG's "One More Chance"

I'm catching hate from a glance but I'm a giant

These n***as is mere ants I'll stomp 'em wit a shank

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

Your game is helpless let's not get it twisted

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

And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Sodom

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

F**k the dog we werewolves is out on the prowl

What's the procedure when you got a gun on you face

When you got one in your waist

Let's cock back n***a air out the space

C'mon

We gon'

Clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war n***as

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 your scrubs

Mask and gloves gun hot to burn that a*s up

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

The preacher's daughter screaming out "f**k the Lord"

I may have struck a chord with the Christians

But y'all got the freakiest b***hes out of all the religions

And God gave me his blessing to handle my business

All 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 n***as all over my d**k like h*es

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

What's the procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist

Let's cock back n***a air out the space

C'mon

We gon'

Clap back we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war n***as

Yeah my n***a 'Zino in this motherf**ker

Buck '89 what's up baby

Bust it down n***a break 'em down

Bringin' birds in the motherf**king house

It's not a game no more

You know all my Jersey n***as

All my Boston n***as

All my Brooklyn n***as Brooklyn sir what up

Haha yeah holla at me man