Clap Your Hands lyrics

[Pudgee]

I`m "Out For Justice" like Steven Seagal, so y`all bust this

You know I come with a swing I swing it smooth with roughness

Me and the Rascals, yeah that`s the right hand to me

Like Archie Bunker we keep it "All in the Family"

You George Michael, a monkey`s on your back

So relax, I got wild stacks of raps you can`t match

Bigger and badder don`t matter you can`t get with

the Kid like Billy who`s nastier than Caligula

So say hey HEY I come around quick

And got everything covered like a condom on a dick

I slow it down a bit, but I get real still

To the point and very short like I`m Bushwick Bill

To you and sooner or later I say real soon

Bang zoom, like "Honeymooners" right a mental to the moon

So don`t hand me that mammy about a Grammy

Youse a cracker like a cinnamon graham, clap your hands



[Pudgee]

I`m not a fan of soap operas but I`ll be your "Guiding Light"

Not a country singer but I +Yoakam+ like +Dwight+

From the streets y`all makin I think you should be takin notes

For the simple fact you`re "Out of Touch" like Hall & Oates

Many places I`ve been many things I did

From "The Jeffersons" to "227" along with Marla Gibbs

Now I`m in the game yes the fame I had to have it

To make musical magic for all of the demographics

Take your pick I make these for those who cannot stand me

Lyrically I`m burnin kids like the swiss nanny

If beef is what you`re lookin for then say so

You better bring more niggaz than Hammer does to a stage show

Approach me in public and you`re as good as dead

And if I let you survive, you`re wearin wooden legs

No shame in the game, I`m the kid and like Evelyn Champagne

Damn, clap your hands



[Pudgee]

You`re gettin two choices life or death which one do you choose

Move your pelvis like Elvis, "Blue Suede Shoes"

Or be a part of the lives I`ve rocked

The jailhouse rock, cause I clock, in every state on every block

I got the crew for your existance to be erased

but you couldn`t get drink if I threw it at you in your face

Charles Bronson, "Death Wish", try if you wanna die

But you don`t know that I`ma break you up just like Guy

You know the rhymer so it`s best to be on your guard

I leave you hangin like your girl when your joint ain`t hard

And next time your people see me at a jam

In memory of your loss they`ll clap their hands
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