Rah Digga

Rah Digga - Clap Your Hands Bonus Track lyrics

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Everybody
 Everybody
 Everybody

 Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
 What was it like try'na get up in the game
 Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes
 Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
 Like you run around splurging  deepen the excursion
 TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version
 Now tell everybody what be going through your mind
 Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
 Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right
 Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic
 Make sure they got water stay steady with the light
 And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight
 Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp
 How we be rolling, when we work and we lam
 Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six
 And another set of caps double that in the Bricks
 Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
 Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks
 Now tell everybody what be going through your brains
 Celeb chick up in the rap game
 Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane
 Take a whole lot of money
 Fuck around and ride the train
 Say my voice too maley, can't understand me
 No album out superbitch won a Grammy


 Chorus:
 All the ladies in the place clap your hands
 All the fellas in the house clap your hands
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)


 Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block
 In New Jerus where the crime don't stop
 See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's
 If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins
 Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends
 Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims
 Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way
 Who like to hustle
 Lose scams everyday
 Type of chicks hit first
 Even let they kids curse
 Get a check every month
 Day job as a nurse
 I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers
 So I'ma get slick
 Evict they own man running
 Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
 Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash
 Drinking all type of goodies
 Sending heads on a run
 Everytime I pass a L
 Here comes another one
 Now bitch got the munchies
 Making heads front me
 Dipping in the dro
 Niggas fuck around and jump me
 Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock
 Now where we headed when the block get hot
 Now we speeding on the Ave.
 Puffing on lots of gandas
 Pumping Jay shit
 Somebody got Nastradamus
 Kicking one-liners
 Car full of rhymers
 Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us
 Now tell everybody where you heard it all first
 Type of shit going into Digga verse
 Say intellect punch lines
 Kill 'em all one time
 Voice still crazy
 Even when I kick my fun rhymes
 Digga supreme
 Clientele like ghost faces
 Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases


 Chorus:
 All the ladies in the place clap your hands
 All the fellas in the house clap your hands
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Everybody (Everybody)
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy
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