Crooked I - Boom Boom Clap lyrics

[Intro] Yea this is for gangsta's only The dance floor's packed and them thangs is on me These cats wanna hate cause they dangers on me We strapped in the club, so it's dangerous homie [Verse 1] Boom Boom Clap, Clap, Boom Clap This is Dodger Music, this the new blue hat This the bulletproof coupe with the moon roof back With the deuce deuce strap, this is new school crack Boom Boom Clap, Clap, Boom Clap Make way for young boss, dude move back Cause dude pack enough heat to remove dudes shaqs Keep his quarters and jimmy choo shoes now who's back Dynasty for life, y'all know what's good Middle finger's how we throw up our hood Bone crushers ready, eatin wimps for dinner Them boys is blood s**ers like a ten percenta Man Crooked bomb first boy, please do not diss Nine years later, I'm still on some pac ish Got my own label, let's pop cris I'm feelin like Dre at the Vibe Awards, can't nobody stop this [Chorus] Yeah, I'm two steppin with your freak yo We in the club twenty deep yo Everybody on the streets know Beef wit us homie my heat go Boom Boom Clap, Clap Boom Clap Beef wit us homie my heat go Boom Boom Clap, Clap Boom Clap Everybody on the streets know [Hook] Yeah, Pay your rent girl Drop down to the ground Pay your rent girl Do the freak to the beat Pay your rent girl Lapdance that man Pay your rent girl [Verse 2] Yeah, Long Beach got nothing to hide East side, 5-6-2 I say it with pride Chicks see the C-N-S and they get inside I used my cars to get broads, I pimp my ride Nicca, black mercedes packed with ladies Half they crazy, a**es is askin to have my baby Rappers lately acting shady Have me clap three eightys You backwards cats amaze me Nope, I don't feel you f*gs Money in the safe but I gotta fill new bags I don't feel too bad, got beef holla I'll put money on your head like a dollar bill doorag [Chorus] [Intro] [Verse 3] Yeah, I don't need no ex, still getting more s** Get it then I let the Horseshoe Gang go next Still sippin moet, still hittin your ex Still got diamonds in my Bill Clinton rolex How you livin? Is that really your crib? I got rich, never sat on Rap City with Tig Absolutely you dig, I'll mack milli your wig I'm black william bonnie, that's Billy The Kid I keep clips like them virginia boys First you get money man then you store I'm waiting for a bad chick to walk in the door With a body like Kenya Moore, I get in ya more [Chorus]