Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on! Ah ha, yeah yeah
Well, I've been neglecting The good things, oh, oh, woah Well I've been desiring The good things, oh I'm biting the lighting The good things, oh, oh,
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You will join me in singing Und dancing the Fuhrer's favorite tune 'Der Guten Tag Hop Clop', all right, key of E? Is there any other? Vunderbar, eins,
There are no lyrics on Clapping. Just clapping hands.
I'll clap my hands along and rattle on like a vagabond I'll rip my uniform and bend the floor to the early mornin' I'll shake your dollar bill and spend
I'ma drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead Think you
Waka flocka i love money an she love me back, money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat, ,gatta big ass staack , watch the striper bring me sacks
I can see clearly now the rain is gone I can see all obsticals in my way Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind It's gonna be a bright sunshiney
Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and
Alright, I done been all around the world And I noticed baby's got dunka (What?) That's a good thing in my case that is She's soft and sexy with strawberry
Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your record high Clap for the Wolfman, you gon' dig him till the day you die Clap for the Wolfman, he gon' rate your
Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down, now mother don't play dead People stand the noise All the little toys Put some more coke on the fire
Just clap your hands to the beat box Just clap your hands to the beat box Just clap your hands to the beat box Just clap your hands to the beat box The
You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger Police, eat a dick, straight up, you know why? Clap, clap on, clap off Clap at 'em and I do
Who gave you permission to rearrange me? Certainly not me Who told you that it was alright to love me? Certainly, certainly not me I was not looking
We try our best to survive, and keep our heads to the sky,, it?s that stress and depression goodbye If we could just get it right, oh, oh Do away with
