(feat. Beyonder)


[Intro: old school samples]

"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."

"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."

"If you came tonight, and you feel all gold

Somebody say HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!)

HOOOOOOOO! (HOOOOOOOOOO!) And you don't stop"


[Esoteric]

Yo, yo

I stay loose like a, decayed tooth

Call shots like Babe Ruth, sippin the Grey Goose

The Je-sus of rap, you haters just mad

Cause {*censored*} is on the map, to blaze up the track black

My style, when I be rippin this

Is like Shallow Hal before the hypnotist

E-S, cats be sayin 'I hate you'

Cause I spit shit that they can't relate to

Like havin bangin girls date you;

wanna rape you, taste you, embrace you

Havin dope beat makers wanna lace you

Fans chase you, cats scared to face you

Plus, I stay in the latest gear

This Red Stripe, ain't Jamaican beer

(Is that Prada?) No doubt, now you can find us

buyin out the bars like we're payin ghostwriters, now


[Chorus]

Young ladies throw your drinks up (throw 'em up)

Make your waist and the bassline sync up

To my thug cats with they arms inked up

Throw 'em up what? Throw 'em up what?

To my fly girls lookin pretty (yeah I see you)

Throw your things up, rep y'all city (rep that)

Everybody if y'all with me

Throw 'em up WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?


[Beyonder]

We came with five chicks who say they models

Sippin out the Belve' just like it was a 40 bottle

Meet up with Jah-Sun, we just the freshest

Pass your front line, fuck your guest list

Who is this? Slide to the bar see

Drinkin Bacardi, no need for Pepsi

And when I'm sippin Grey, no need for Ocean Spray

Flag it down in style with a glass of Hennessy

That's for you darlin, let's go and sit a while

When we sat down she told me that she liked my style

Oh really now? This girl wasn't playin games

Give out the brain and I didn't even catch her name

(Yo that shit is ill) Beyonder always tell hoes

to hop the orange line and take their broken ass to Telos

(That's real) But yo it gets worse

Cause I dipped out the club with her Burberry purse


[Chorus: w/ ad libs]


[Esoteric]

Yo, I stay rap related, it's just my style though

No matter where I be, intro to outro

In an 80's club, listenin to Falco

With a chick lookin like Gwynneth Paltrow

While y'all girls eatin Alpo

And tryin on the size 18 out though

I'm so live, flow I pro-vide

In N.Y., I keep it gully like low tide

Shorty said I'm so mean

Cause I'm 27, and she was 19

(What does that mean?) Yo that's just my reason

I told her, you'll understand when you're older

I'm a soldier (I'm goin with you Sea)

No you can leave your playpen when I say when

It's iron in the mentals, standin eight ten

Goin straight to heaven I plan to make friends so


[Chorus: w/ ad libs]


[Outro]

"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."

"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."

"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."

"Clap your hands to the beat... clap-clap your hands to the beat..."