Clap Lyrics - Singles - Paul Wall

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit 

Invisible set and canary yellow, as a tulip 

See I can spit some calm words to you, through my two lips 

I can have them hollow tips, popping up out them two clips 

You pick, don't run up on me with your tool slick 

I'll be damned if I get jacked with a strap, under my blue nit 

Don't do nothing foolish, 'cause I'll completely lose it 

Give a nigga a new breathing hole, with a pool stick 

I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics 

They come in groups of two or mo' and they be wanting do it 

Got females that do lick and some that strictly do dick 

But if you freaky prove it, I'll go get the cool whip 

If you love your shirt so much, that you don't wan' remove it 

Then you can get up out my party, you can get excluded 

Don't know what click that you with, but I'm king of the new click 

Color Changin' Click-clack rap, I plan to rule it, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

If you owe me any more than zero cents, time to collect fool 

I step through, and re possess the nigga my respect's due 

Hope the numbers you wrote in the middle, of that check's true 

Unless you fast and don't think a bullet can catch you 

Buy a drink I bet you that she gon' get the next two 

Or she'll be standing next to, the pay phone and get 

Left too bad, your homie had already left too 

Can't take you home look at your feet and now she right and left too 

Who's next to, let Koopa undress you and sex you 

Can't get you pregnant, condom packs go in and get two 

We can chop it up like O.G. Ron C, and Mike Watts do 

Or treat you like some Southern music and make sure you get screwed 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Internet, Chamillionaire.com on my channel 

Run up on the vehicle, I bet that boy get handled 

I don't like your tone of voice, you better calm your grammar 

And slap you with the baking soda, my arm and hammer 

Chain hanging to my nuts is kinda like you tasting 

Ice, if your tongue is in the right location 

I don't fight temptation, I invite temptation 

'Cause I got a lap that, I would like your face in 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh whoa, Kemosabi 

This liquor in my body, and I'm ready to party 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh whoa, Kemosabi 

Hypnotic is for kids, we sipping Gin and Bicardi 

Hey ya, hey ya, the minute she saw me 

She whispered, all the things she wanna do 

So you know I'ma do, just what a playa do 

And let her leave with me, then send her home to you probably 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, ooh, clap 

Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya 

Hee ooh, hey ya 

Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya 

Hee ooh, hey ya 

Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya 

Hee ooh, hey ya 

Hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya 

Hee ooh, hey ya 

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