Juelz Santana - n***az Get Clapped lyrics

(feat. Gravy & JR Writer) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Im Still Poppin A Roog-A-Dook Still Hoppin In The Newest Coupes Still Got Me A Hula Hoop Still Got Me From Off The Toon (Yeah!) And She Will Swallow A Hula Hoop Come To, She Will Swallow Some Juicy Fruit All She Needs Is A Bed, Bottle And A Lucy Lius And She Go Like A Gear Throttle In Mula Shoes My Lifes Cloudy Tight Rowdy Bad Boys 2 The Hood Mite Allow Me I Bow These Streets To The Dirt I Drown These Beats With A Verse U f**in Wit Me I Proudly Squeeze It And Murk And A Zee Wit The Doors Up Speedin Thru Forester All Wagner Skeetin A Broad Up I Believe Its A Daughter Ill See Ya Tomorrow [Chorus:] n***as Get Jacked Wit, I Unn Care Who U Rap With I See U Shinin Brotha Man, Take Off That sh** U n***as Ain't Learn Yet, Ya Hustlin Backwards I Sell Drugs, Hooks, Bullets And Rachets n***as Get Jacked With, I Unn Care Who U Rap With I See U Shinin Brotha Man, Take Off That sh** U n***as Ain't Learn Yet, Ya Hustlin Backwards I Sell Drugs, Hooks, Bullets And Rachets [Verse 2: Gravy] Yo Im A Crook When I Spit It I Dunn Even Gotta Write It Im A Star Man, Got The Whole Hood Excited Lettos, Baking Soda, Cocaine, Bottled Water Let It Drop, Bag It Up, Read The Scale, Add It Up Mars Stars Get Set, Y'all n***as'll Get Wet Who Wouldve Ever Thought Man, Gravy And Dipset Im Baggin Em And Crushin Em (Eh!) Chicks Wanna f** With Em (Eh!) But I Ain't Trustin Em, Never Lovin Em (Eh!) The Nervin Em, Im Servin Em, Fans Want A Word With Him Cuz The Flow Is Murderin Em Yo My sh**s Hot, Y'all n***as'll Get Dropped, Get Shot We Handled That Coke n***a, Wrap It Up In Ziploc You'se A h*mo Thug, Wit Ya Toes Out Of Flip Flops Wait Till My sh** Drops, After Ya sh** Flops Im Highly Anticipated, n***as Mad I Made It So They Hate It While I Wait It Im So Disturbin I Got 32 Ways To Handle U n***as Like Julius Erving Berwitz [Verse 3: Jr Writer] n***as Get Jacked With, I Unn Care Who U Rap With I See U Shinin Brotha Man, Take Off That sh** U n***as Ain't Learn Yet, Ya Hustlin Backwards I Sell Drugs, Hooks, Bullets And Rachets n***as Get Jacked With, I Unn Care Who U Rap With I See U Shinin Brotha Man, Take Off That sh** U n***as Ain't Learn Yet, Ya Hustlin Backwards I Sell Drugs, Hooks, Bullets And Rachets Uh, The Dips A Fire, Getcha Flyers Posters, Y'all Jokesters Like Richard Pryor n***as Say I Ain't A Pimp That Pricks A Liar I Mite Drive Thru The Hood In A Whip Rekaya Bump In A Joint, Bump Her A Joint Puffin Like This Is Nothing This Just Something A Bump Watchu Kno About Hustlin Appoints It Get Crazy At Nights Heads And Dopefins Cravin For White, Right? Thats The 80s Delight Its So Much n***as Wit Rocks That Look Like A Palestanian Fight But I Roll Wit Arabian Nights Taliban, Pakistan Man About 80 In Sight 80 More In The Bushes, Baby Thats Right Anotha 80 On The Roof Just Waitin To Bout Hate It, Thats Life I Stay In With The Boxers Open Up My Sun Roof And Stay In Da Boxa With Cannon A Glock Ya Cannons'll Pop Ya Startin With Ur Nana Grandma And Papa Mama, Kids, Ram In Ur Casa U Gon Need Nurses, Ambulance, Doctors U Ran Wit The Coppas I Ran Wit The Coblas Platinum Why As Ran In The Copper Damn This Imposter, U Den Ran From Schemes I Den Ran Sum Schemes That Ran For Some Chocolate Care Man I Got Cha U Ain't Even Got To Spit Soon As I Start The Click I Hand-Do The Rossla I Hand-Do Wit Rosters The Hand-Dos With Rosters The Boy Is Hot, Hot Damn Hand Him An Oscar I Hand Him Some Oscars Delirando Oh Its A Prada U Can Tell I Spend Her, Whole Enchilada Then On 5th Ave, Big Bag sh** Dag Holy Moly Mother Of God, Who Is This Bad? Im A Slick Lad Ritz Sick Big Pad Five Bites Six Jags Rise Like Six Flags We The Dips, f*g Dont Get Stabbed Headshot, Bed Cop, Stitched Abs, Piss Bag [Chorus:] n***as Get Jacked With, I Unn Care Who U Rap With I See U Shinin Brotha Man, Take Off That sh** U n***as Ain't Learn Yet, Ya Hustlin Backwards I Sell Drugs, Hooks, Bullets And Rachets n***as Get Jacked With, I Unn Care Who U Rap With I See U Shinin Brotha Man, Take Off That sh** U n***as Ain't Learn Yet, Ya Hustlin Backwards I Sell Drugs, Hooks, Bullets And Rachets