Clap (feat. Bam Soprano) Lyrics

Clap - Snoop Dogg

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[Snoop Dogg]

Fuck it

Hey, Buck, I told you, my nigga

Turn the track up a little bit in my ear drums, man, need to hear that

Detail

It's so gangsta

Chorus: Snoop Dogg

I make it clap

Hell yeah

I make it clap

Fa' sho, cuz'

I make it clap

Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

I make it clap

Hook: Snoop Dogg

A little somethin' for the bitches, and somethin' for the G's

A little somethin' for my peoples 'round the world, stackin' cheese

We gettin' money, y'all

We gettin' money, y'all

Now if ya bankroll fat and you can bet right back

And blow a hundred thousand, nigga, on a night like back

We gettin' money, y'all

We gettin' money, y'all

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

I get my focus, then ride, I put some Hen in my life

I get my pen and my pie

Man, I drift when I drive

I feel the breezes I breeze, I got the keys to my boat

Ain't that a bitch, motherfucker, say the Dogg on coke

I sold coke my whole life, I never snort that shit

See I'm a ex-gangbanger, you can quote that shit

I'm livin'

Everyday like Thanksgivin'

I watch my big homey Tookie 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 bitchin'

Nigga snitchin'

They think I'm crippin'

And trippin' and flippin'

But trip this

You know I'm dippin'

With the bulletproof, tucked in a 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

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 2: Big Bamm]

I make it clap (BRRAT!)

Ain't no questions about it

Bigg Snoop Dogg is who the ese is down with (Boss)

And on one

I was slangin' in Yale

It's 2007 and I got pussy to sell

Young Bamm, and I'm a beast on these streets

Now let me rap or 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

In the creek, in the back

I'm young, rich and strap, and I'm a make it Tron max

Sippin' cold cognac

On the old Cadillac

I put it down for the Pound like

Everyday

So when you see me, holla "Church!" cause I keep it that way

Yeah

We gon' bust in the air

I make the .40 cal clap like the motherfuckin' snare

From the L-1-3

To the DPG

I just got my weed license, fuck the L.A.P.D

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]

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 gonna ball and I'll walk it off

My favorite shows to watch, on the phone, I don't really talk at all

From the valley Lowes 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, sippin' on that Gin & Juice

Superman got dressed in the phone booth

Wha-wha-what, what you gon' do, my niggas is on you

See I was all about peace to your way

You motherfuckin' mouth, tell the police, now it's on

Yeah

My gangsta boots is laced up

I came here to shoot this motherfuckin' place up

Don't play no games, don't say no names

Don't do nothin', get popped in your motherfuckin' brain

Repeat Chorus Twice