Clap (feat. Bam Soprano) E

Hey, Buck, I told you, my nigga. Turn the track up a little bit in my Eardrums, man. I need to hear that. Detail, what's up, gangsta? I make it clap. Hell yeah, I make it clap. For sure, I make it clap. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I make it clap. Trip. A little something for the bitches and Something for the Gs. A little something for my peoples around the world Stacking cheese. We getting money, y'all. We getting money, y'all. Yeah. Now if your bankroll fat and you can Bet right back and blow a hundred thousand, Nigga, on a night like that, we getting money, Y'all. We getting money, y'all. Yeah. I get my focus, then ride. I put some hen in my life. I get my pen and my pie. Man, I drip when I drive. I feel the breeze as I breeze. I got the keys to my boat. Ain't that a bitch? Motherfuckers say that Dogg on Coke. I sold coke my whole life. I never snorted that shit. See, I'm an ex-gangbanger. You can quote that shit. I'm living every day like Thanksgiving. I watched my big homie Cookie get murdered in Prison. Now I can't sit back. I gotta spit that rap. I hit the streets with this heat. I got some cases to beat. I ain't bitching. Niggas snitching. They think I'm cripping and tripping and flipping, But trip this. You know I'm dipping with the Bulletproof tucked in the snub. I got the streets on lock, and now I'm Up in the club. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done. Thirteen years later, motherfucker, and I'm still Number one. I make it clap. Hell yeah, I make it clap. For sure, cuz, I make it clap. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I make it clap. Yeah. I make it clap. Ain't no questions about it. Big Snoop Dogg is who the eses is down With. In '01, I was slanging the yale. It's 2007, I got pussy for sale. Young bam and I'm a beast on the streets. Now let me rap and take some game on This Snoop Dogg beat. Buck found me in the trap from a quarter Ounce of crack to a thousand square feet with A creek in the back. I'm young Richard Straps, and I'm a Megatron max. Sipping cold cognac. I'm the old Cadillac. I put it down for the pound like every Day, so when you see me, holler "Church," 'cause I keep it that way. Yeah, we gon' bust in the air. I make the forty cal clap like the motherfucking Zair. From the L-one-three to the DPG, I just got my weed license. Fuck the LAPD. Yeah. I make it clap. Hell yeah, I make it clap. For sure, cuz, I make it clap. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I make it clap. Trip. This old man, yeah, he sure can. D-O-double-G with twenty mil in his hand. I stand tall against the wall. I'm born to ball and I walk it off. My favorite show's The Wire. It's on the phone. I don't really talk at All. From the valley lows of Clarksdale, I'm gangsta, gangsta like Avon Barksdale. You know the word is out. He's on the loose. I'm back in the hood again sipping on that Gin and juice. Superman got dressed in a phone Booth. What, what, what you gonna do? My niggas is on you. See, I was all about peace 'til you ran Your motherfucking mouth to the police. Now it's on. Yeah, my gangsta boots is laced Up. I came here to shoot this motherfucking place Up. Don't play no games. Don't say no names. Don't do nothing. Get popped in your motherfucking Brain. I make it clap. Hell yeah, I make it clap. For sure, cuz, I make it clap. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I make it clap. Trip. I make it clap. Hell yeah, I make it clap. For sure, cuz, I make it clap. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I make it clap. Trip.