Crooked I

Crooked I - Boom Boom Clap lyrics

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[Intro]

Yea this is for gangsta's only

The dance floor's packed and them thangs is on me

These cats wanna hate cause they dangers on me

We strapped in the club, so it's dangerous homie


[Verse 1]

Boom Boom Clap, Clap, Boom Clap

This is Dodger Music, this the new blue hat

This the bulletproof coupe with the moon roof back

With the deuce deuce strap, this is new school crack

Boom Boom Clap, Clap, Boom Clap

Make way for young boss, dude move back

Cause dude pack enough heat to remove dudes shaqs

Keep his quarters and jimmy choo shoes now who's back

Dynasty for life, y'all know what's good

Middle finger's how we throw up our hood

Bone crushers ready, eatin wimps for dinner

Them boys is blood suckers like a ten percenta

Man Crooked bomb first boy, please do not diss

Nine years later, I'm still on some pac ish

Got my own label, let's pop cris

I'm feelin like Dre at the Vibe Awards, can't nobody stop this


[Chorus]

Yeah, I'm two steppin with your freak yo

We in the club twenty deep yo

Everybody on the streets know

Beef wit us homie my heat go

Boom Boom Clap, Clap Boom Clap

Beef wit us homie my heat go

Boom Boom Clap, Clap Boom Clap

Everybody on the streets know


[Hook]

Yeah, Pay your rent girl

Drop down to the ground

Pay your rent girl

Do the freak to the beat

Pay your rent girl

Lapdance that man

Pay your rent girl


[Verse 2]

Yeah, Long Beach got nothing to hide

East side, 5-6-2 I say it with pride

Chicks see the C-N-S and they get inside

I used my cars to get broads, I pimp my ride

Nicca, black mercedes packed with ladies

Half they crazy, asses is askin to have my baby

Rappers lately acting shady

Have me clap three eightys

You backwards cats amaze me

Nope, I don't feel you fags

Money in the safe but I gotta fill new bags

I don't feel too bad, got beef holla

I'll put money on your head like a dollar bill doorag


[Chorus]


[Intro]


[Verse 3]

Yeah, I don't need no ex, still getting more sex

Get it then I let the Horseshoe Gang go next

Still sippin moet, still hittin your ex

Still got diamonds in my Bill Clinton rolex

How you livin? Is that really your crib?

I got rich, never sat on Rap City with Tig

Absolutely you dig, I'll mack milli your wig

I'm black william bonnie, that's Billy The Kid

I keep clips like them virginia boys

First you get money man then you store

I'm waiting for a bad chick to walk in the door

With a body like Kenya Moore, I get in ya more


[Chorus]
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Language: English

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