Clap Your Hands To The Beat,
Just Clap Your Hands To The Beat
C'mon Clap Your Hands To The Beat,
I Said Clap Your Hands To The Beat
Uh Huh And You Don't Stop, Uh-Huh
And You Don't Stop
Uh Huh And You Don't Stop, Uh-Huh
And You Don't Stop
We In This Great Lakes State Eatin'
Steaks N Shrimp
It's Kinda Hard To Miss The Crew
Cause' We All Got Limps
We Come Equipped With New Kicks And Stetsons
The Super Saggy Bags And The White Trash Connection
No Flexin', Huh, Know What I Mean
You Can Feel Us Fool, We Don't Need To Be Seen
It's All About The Green, Not The Drugs We Be Takin'
That Shits Free With An Lp In Circulation,
And We Be Wastin' Time
Got Them All State, All County, All Hood Rhymes
It's All Good Times, Thank The Lord
For Dumb Fuckin' People And Credit Card Fraud
We're Tearin' Up Your Lawn, We Got Herds Of Lincolns
Step Into Your Crib And Have Your Whole House Stinkin'
Don't Blink Abd Don't Think We're Soft
Hide Your Money And Your Gold And
Don't Express Your Thoughts
We Get Mad Props, Wreck All Shops
Puttin' Stops On Crews They Get
Confused And Lose, That's What We Do
Styles Stem From Pioneers
Leavin' Suckers In Awe And You Get
Jawed For Lookin Queer
Can You Hear Me Or Am I Talkin' To The Wall
That's Top Dog Callin' Out Each And Every One Of Y'all
You Get Balls You Come And Talk That Shit
But Top Dogs Camp Ain't Nothin' To Fuck With
And Don't Say We Didn't Warn Ya
I Got This Detroit Thing With More Love That California
Drunk Dj Smokin' Cognac Dips
Call Me The Sidekick Thug Boy Kid With The Limp
I Rip Throug
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