Clap On Lyrics - Ridin High - Eightball & Mjg

[Intro] 

Lay it down, lay it down cocksukaz 

All you hatas and bustas best beware 

Cuz the niggas who 'bout you comin' out hard 

On da outside lookin' in, on top of da world 

Space Age pimpin' 

And Living Legends, the mothafuckas back 

Guns cocked and reloaded 

Hmm... And they ridin' high, bitch 

[Yung Joc - Chorus] 

Clap on, clap off 

Got a strap that'll knock the trap off 

Clap on, clap off 

Got a strap that'll knock ya cap off 

[8Ball - Verse 1] 

Big face rubberband gimme dat shit nigga 

Don't need it anyway loud mouth bitch nigga 

Snitch nigga at da club like he ain't done nuthin' 

Chest poked out cocksuka you don't run nuthin' 

Ok I'ma pull a mafuckin' O.J. 

Leave da premises bloody ride off wit' da yay 

Pray you don't ever see it unfold in ya face 

Nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste 

Off wit'cha fuckin' head, dispose of da body 

Put da work on da street, wrist froze at da party 

This here certified, industry, neva me 

Disrespect boy you know what it's gon' be 

[Chorus X2] 

[Yung Joc - Verse 2] 

My nigga you know what its finnin' be 

Death to my enemies, patna you no kin to me 

Tell it to da guillotine 

Heard you been spillin' beans 

Birds from da Philippines 

One serve judge tellin' you he sick of me 

I ain't finnin' go back for nar a nigga naw 

One phone call bullets comin' through ya walls 

Play 'bout my mafuckin' money and da saw 

My niggas tote throw aways, fuck da law 

Tools on deck wit' the tech's and da sawed-off 

Shots to ya neck what's left get hauled off 

Got 'em shot 'em bullets bouncin' 

Losin' blood by da ounces 

Momma cryin' up a river when da news announces 

[Chorus X2] 

[MJG - Verse 3] 

I'm a pimp tight MJG plenty ammunition 

In my coat pocket, when I squeeze I'ma get attention 

You can talk shit just don't put my name in it 

Dis is real life and I don't play games in it 

I'm a stranger to you, so you can't handle me 

You ain't killin' nuthin' but ya homeboy's and ya league 

You can bump ya gums, all dat bullet talk you say 

Don't mean shit, mafucka dis a new day 

You can neva play me like piano, you sloppy 

I'm jus slippin' like Gianni Versace 

I'm like The Wire, you don't wanna start shit 

I get a dyke to kill you, and dump you in some apartments 

[Chorus X2]