Hurricane Chris - Hand Clap lyrics

A, a ,a, a, a, Now Turn me up a lil Move Rick James Now Turn me up a lil Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom Now Turn me up a lil Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom [Chorus] Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Now Rick James wid it Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) Give me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) One for tha money, Two for tha show. Clap yo hands, If you gotta bankroll One for tha money, Two for tha show, Clap yo hand if yo money don't fold. [Verse 1] Let me get that hand clap Let me get that hand clap They pull me out tha club cuz i aint know how to act But I aint really trippin We finna sneak through tha back And i got something like a grenade for them haters Who wanna jack Ooooooh-Ooooh And we going be in mah clique And im shinin like a light I got them diamonds on mah wrist Let me get a hand clap, hand clap Lil mama breath stank So i told her bad back And payin me some water So i could roll harder Slam on tha hater like mah name Vince Carter They lookin at me crazy cuz i bounce around tha club N I keep clappin mah hands like im tryna k** a bug Row, row, row ya boat Gently down tha stream Aint nobody in tha club feelin like me Plus I got a G-G-gorillas in black tees Make tha whole club clap like its some kinda disease [Chorus] [Verse 2] Well i hope u aint tired of clappin yo hands Cause we jus got in tha club I spend 75 dollas on this shirt jus fo tha club Hell naw i aint leavin LEtz hit tha VIP Widd dem chickies n get freaky Lil mama dont believe me I showed her, I showed ha I beat it out tha frame I told her ima beast N lil mama, im Hurricane N now 50 want 50 steady shinin on haters Jumpin, stompin, hand clappin Knockin ova tha tables In tha club we get ratted till we faint Yeh im stuntin in his face cuz i gotta big bank Like big bank hank Cuz mah money dont fold Open up n blind em wit a mouth full of gold Let me get a hand clap If you got that holla back And im outta mind I think i need 2 be slapped Let me get a hand clap If you got that holla back N im out mah mind I think i needa be slapped Like that [Chorus] Drop that beat Turn it up Thats 2 loud man Turn it down Now turn it back up Putcha hands up n make em clap Cuz now we on And if u aint gon make ya hands clap Then stay at home U gotta pocket fulla money huh? Thats whussup Lemme catcha by tha bathroom You gon get snuck I rep that E-a-s-t-e-c-g Im hurricane N im S-O-u-t-h-s-i-d-e Thas what i claim Now lemme see u put yo arm up N Rick Jamesz I get to clappin mah hand Like im finna go insane Lil mama wanna marry me Jus gimme some brain Im grippin, grippin tha grain Lemme see u rick jamesz One for the, One for tha money Two for tha show All yall hatas betta slow yo roll Or u aint gotta chill I could make u chill widd a back slap Security wont trip Theyll think im doin tha hand clap [Chorus]