Nolia Clap (Remix) (The Beginning of the End... 2004)

Текст песни Juvenile and Wacko, Skip - Nolia Clap (Remix) (The Beginning of the End... 2004)

One, two, three, four. bust it
Remix remix
All right, all right
Wag the juvenile
I love that
Where it's town at, ATL at, Miami
Little Haiti, Lauderdale at, y'all hear that New York clap
Y'all hear that New York clap, I say that you gon' do that thing

Boy, please believe, if not, we'll make it hard for you bitches to breathe
One thing about it, coach, she's up up the sleeve
You can skip attack the boys while I'm plucking with trees
Every fast spot I got, I stuff it with G
Fuck a chain and a whip, that'll fuck up my seat
I'd rather ride around in my hoop than blowin' on trees
With two eaters in my lap
Up at 400 degrees, man, fuck juvenile

Nah, nigga, that's my dog, say that shit again, I'll whack all y'all
Get on some mob shit, smack all y'all
Probably get on that rob shit and crack all y'all
I never talk sideways, I put you on the highway
I ain't sweatin' in the thickest hoop I could get on Friday
Catchin' that New York, I ain't runnin' on the drive
On Friday ride with you, tryna gun you down, shootin' at you
Hit that tie, way to pay, yeah, pick that lay, yeah, way to text

Way to mind, way to take, yeah, y'all hear that New York clap
West coast, what's up, y'all hear that New York clap, west side
What's up, way in Y-S, N-J-S, feel it, feel it, G-E-B-A-S, y'all hear that
New York clap, east coast, what's up
Y'all hear that New York clap, east south, what's up
I'm straight holly girl you know that what i'm old school
It's your project like a pullback
Now i told you now you know that you ain't

Welcome here you ain't see i'm gone on my
Door mat so stupid why you ain't abide by that if
I catch you on my watch we're gonna die by that
Right there by them leaves don't lie about it right
Side of that dog doodoo you gonna drive
Like that, this is payback for anyone who ever said that
Look i'm safe with this best don't get
His head packed don't get his face slashed or

His neck shook look in my face look this is how
That look look if you deaf look look i ain't playing
With you gonna talk what all i'm gonna
Say to you so learn to read lips for utp
Trips every time that elk in them trees
From the dirty, dirty, you heard me, you shoulda get shot
From all the unemployment lines, me body's all that you block
I travel all over the place, been in some serious fights

Fuckin' not knowin' that niggas wanna kill me or not
All of that food, nothin' fun, ain't gon' get you nowhere
If we not about shootin' up stuff, man, we can go there
Get your skids, show your skid, and put your sets down
We ain't got a way, look at this beat, you can't be threatenin' now
If I don't call that stank, you'll get Paul in survival
Cool D, my nigga, fuck it, so slam me with the rider
Now clap for a B.M., clap for a B.M

And if you clap right, I can get you 20s and 10s
30-coals got money, we got plenty to spend
Quit trippin' on transportation, we got plenty of them
Yeah, this is Big Ben and Bright Chef
Clappin' like UTP 2004, put your youths up
Right on A-Protect
Y'all hear that New York rap?
Y'all hear that New York rap?

Y'all hear that New York rap?
Rap a lot
You'll see peace
Holla back
All right! juve!
All right, Jay
Hold right! Hold right! Hold right!
Hold right! Hold right! all right