Rah Digga - Clap Your Hands (Bonus Track) lyrics

Yo Yo Yo Yo Everybody Everybody Everybody Now tell everybody how you came up with your name What was it like try'na get up in the game Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version Now tell everybody what be going through your mind Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right Every now and them you come across a f**ed up mic Make sure they got water stay steady with the light And I rock it so tight, make the b**hes start a fight Now tell everybody bout n***as in your camp How we be rolling, when we work and we lam Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six And another set of caps double that in the Bricks Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks Some'll give your a** a Duffy just for try'na take flicks Now tell everybody what be going through your brains Celeb chick up in the rap game Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane Take a whole lot of money f** around and ride the train Say my voice too maley, can't understand me No album out superb**h won a Grammy Chorus: All the ladies in the place clap your hands All the fellas in the house clap your hands Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Now tell everybody bout n***as on your block In New Jerus where the crime don't stop See a bunch of little n***as wearing scuffed up Tim's If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins Some like to shoot dice f** around lose friends Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims Now tell everybody bout b**hes 'round the way Who like to hustle Lose scams everyday Type of chicks hit first Even let they kids curse Get a check every month Day job as a nurse I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers So I'ma get slick Evict they own man running Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash Drinking all type of goodies Sending heads on a run Everytime I pa** a L Here comes another one Now b**h got the munchies Making heads front me Dipping in the dro n***as f** around and jump me Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock Now where we headed when the block get hot Now we speeding on the Ave Puffing on lots of gandas Pumping Jay sh** Somebody got Nastradamus Kicking one-liners Car full of rhymers Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us Now tell everybody where you heard it all first Type of sh** going into Digga verse Say intellect punch lines k** 'em all one time Voice still crazy Even when I kick my fun rhymes Digga supreme Clientele like ghost faces n***as have to go rewrite in most cases Chorus: All the ladies in the place clap your hands All the fellas in the house clap your hands Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)