Das EFX

Das EFX - Klap Your Hands lyrics

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Well uhh  ???? is macaroni and cheese
 Before I start  I gots ta umm fart  no I gots ta uhh sneeze
 not  I gotcha trippin  yippity doo da day
 Shucks  I'm makin bucks so umm hip hip hooray and then some
 Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon
 so shout "Wa bap a loo ba bawa bam boom!"
 Drayx up for sure dang  now that I'm flexed
 My a EFX'll quote  when the bridge fell down
 and I'ma good ship with the lollipop
 Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
 Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that
 But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew
 so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew
 Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo
 Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop
 Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make
 but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and......
 Hook:
 "Klap your hands now" (x3)
 Verse Two: Skoob
 Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
 I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum
 Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time
 Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass
 Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?
 Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang
 I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes
 Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest
 Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff
 or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a
 ship
 Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships
 And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip
 in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check
 To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck
 Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
 Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets'
 and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?*
 So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands
 Hook (x3)
 Verse Three: Dray
 Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time
 I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam
 So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz
 My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot
 Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo?
 You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too
 So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go
 The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so
 holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives
 I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?*
 The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more
 cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more
 So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff
 See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts
 But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest
 So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
 If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest
 So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall
 Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and......
 Hook (x3)
 Verse Four: Skoob
 A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ????
 I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap
 and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer
 To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers
 Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop
 but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop
 But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
 Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
 Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who
 kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it
 Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate
 or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw
 Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw
 M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I
 crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back
 hump back, I, you can't touch I
 cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya......
 Hook to fade
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