Yukmouth - Clap Yo Hands lyrics

He's Yukmouth [ Chorus ] He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out Yukmouth, he's thugged out He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands If you're thuggin and you know it When you're hustlin, n***a, show it If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet But if you're ballin and you know it Shot-callin and you show it If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet [ VERSE 1 ] Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim Hot s** to gentlemans puffin Havana Bring ya d** to Atlanta if you don't f** with bammer You only f** with chron', be poppin Cris Don You rockin Big John's, your watch is glistenan You ain't watchin the Pistons inside your dot six'n You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted I probably pop a tablet but never f** with acid My b**hes be the baddest, petite with fat a**es Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions Aiyo, I toast to that, my n***as toast to that Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks Now I smoke doja sacks, I'm never goin back I got the house, the Jaguar and the Rover, black [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 2 ] You like menage-a-trois, you f** with exotic broads You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin You slap a b**h out, you slap a n***a out You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol We sippin Cris now, my n***as rich now We at them play-offs, baby, we at the Super Bowl We in Las Vegas, baby, fight night as usual I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out Pull stretch Navigators out, TV-/PlayStation-ed out Y'all n***as hate us now, two thou I say this now Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down But they can't f** with Yuk cause I'm a Thug Lord That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more [ VERSE 3 ] You fly to Cancun, you take flights to Jamaica You love them damn shrooms, you love Garcia Vegas You take flights to the Bahamas, you fight your baby mama That child payment drama, then flipped her a new Mercedes, partner You're not a Captain Save Her cause hoes be pullin capers You smoke 'dro different flavors, X Men like Doctor and Xavier Pop pills like Christian Slater, you on a mission, player You always spendin paper, f** ice, we gettin glaciers My neck bling-blingin, Rolex bling-blingin 20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin But if it was back in the days I'd take a n***a bling Take a n***a ring, break and make a n***a scream I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at Till I holler back at n***as that sip more syrup than Project Pat Now I f** with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats co*ked [ Chorus ]