Royce Da 5'9" - Clap To This lyrics

[Hook] Clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where you at Rock with me, clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where it at Rock with me, clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where that at Rock with me, clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back [Verse 1] With all spirit, I set it off so you all hear it If I'm ain't up there with the best of them, I must fall near it What n***a, I can rock you without a [?] 5'9" spits *hah-too* hot sh** Take it back to the basement, house parties n***as pissy and wasted, hustling with straight faces Ayo toots, nice rump, smoking skunk, got a tight blunt With a hunch, I'm drinking spiked punch DJ's cop and cover the labels Forever mad at the same drunk n***a bumping the table Choking in Molson Ice, who's most nice with flows tight Who knows until we open the mic, right Two cats blast off on each other Like KRS and Shan back in the day before the last call If a square there, I'ma inhale one If your mans fall out drunk, then pick him up, pick him up Put him in his car, drive him to his house, take him out Put him on the porch, ring the bell and run *ding dong* Go back and get that chick you was scoping and get her open Blow smoke up or whip lies to get her hopes up Tell her that she been on your mind ever since you woke up If she digging the line, she trying to get her to post up Don't play it slow, do your thing, try to get every girl in here The most that they can say to you is no [Hook] Rock with me, clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where you at Rock with me, clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where it at Rock with me, clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back to this, oh where that at Rock with me, clap to this Getting amped in the front and the back [Verse 2] Where you at, huh? Ladies, where you at, huh? In the back? The spiritual lift with gift on some miracle sh** I like it, that's why I bang it, ain't nothing n***as can do to change it It's funny, they wanted Juicy I'm 20 with money, I think that's something they ain't used to Did a song where it end at them, that's why they call it a hit It comes along with the impact I'm nicer than most, and I ain't from the east or the west But if I do a show and they give me love, them I'm hyping the coast Detroit what, that's where I spill heat from And wherever you at, that's where you feel me from I got it on lock, the rap game is like a pistol 'Cause you can get in a jam when you should've shot it on [?] Do I make you hyped, clap to this I better live it and dial 3-1-3 and seven digits I make songs for women, songs for ballers Songs for n***as in impalas toting revolvers Songs for stuck up girls, g**ners who rob and touch up curls Before they get drunk and hurl Songs for every borough, songs for rich misses who touch up pearls And these f**ed up girls Songs for you, songs for him Songs for n***as who hate boots, and songs for n***as who love timbs [Hook 2x]