Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo" If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me [Chorus
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Sleep on pillows made in Singapore Wrapped in comforters Sweatin' through sheets Drinkin' coffee in the morning Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast
'em clap to this, oh, oh Make 'em clap to this, oh, oh Make 'em clap to this, oh, oh Make 'em clap to this When they watch you move Make 'em clap to
clap again Just clap again I just want to make you clap again Just clap again I just want to make you clap again Just clap again I just want to make you clap again Just clap
make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap Just make it clap, just make it clap
waitin for you to make a move - clap first I gotta do it my nigga win or lose - clap first When these slugs hit you 'member they was meant for you - clap
Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Clap your hands Stomp your feet
what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage since you putting on a show, you gon' get the appaulse clap clap, lift your
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the conductor's lame A Cincinatti jacket and a sack luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, Clap hands Clap hands, Clap
make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap [Outro: Sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
[Hook - 4x] (hey-ya hey-ya), ooh-oooh-ooh (clap) [Chamillionaire] Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit Invisible set and canary
Away we go CLAP YOUR HANDS! But I feel so lonely CLAP YOUR HANDS! But it won't do nothing CLAP YOUR HANDS! But I have no money CLAP YOUR HANDS! Are
Bloody sheets Tenderly she moves me An opera star Dying hard for love You say I'm hurt I will take your word Leather pants Happiness A hundred dollars
Amanda said you have to go Amanda said it's time to go She said I'm tired of being homeless, restless. I confess I am wrong Listen, we are Listen, we
Sally hit the pavement Wineglass in her hand Sally's rearrangement I'll never understand But little did I wonder (little did I try) her little bit of