Lirik Lagu Clap Back - Ja Rule - Ja Rule
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[Intro - Ja Rule]Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!I gotta get my headphonesAll my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!You know! Yeah yeah ya knowIt's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!!Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking houseJody in the house (Jody Mack!)My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!Blackchild what up!?!I'd like to welcome all my niggazTo the world famous Murda Inc. ShowBig shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten IslandNiggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggazAll my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?We doing it real big right here! all my money niggazThis shit commentated on the one's and two's!They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?This real shit we talkingI wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
[Chorus - Ja Rule]Clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the realI'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chillWear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The GreatestTell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice groovesThe Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby JAnd we sling at soccer fields the yayThey don't respect that, don't get your minds aroundYou'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want thatI send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it offCan't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it downOnce I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 LakersLet's make no mistakes, resents take placeWhat's the procedure with a gun in your faceWhen you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Ja Rule]The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubblyWhen shit get ugly I hug the snub closelyBut usually we still see your bitchesThats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dickI can't handle it, lower their mannersTo get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chanceCatching hate from a glance, but I'm a giantThese niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thangGive bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realisticThe game is helpless, let's not get it twistedI'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottomAnd stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and SaddamI'm here to make this rap shit hotter than HarlemFuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problemWhat's the procedure with a gun in your faceWhen you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find outWhere Em Laden's hiding and bomb him firstIt could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubsMask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass upI'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broadsThe preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"I play a struck chord, wit the ChristiansBut y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religionsAnd God gave me his blessings to handle my businessAll these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kissesIf she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistressAnd "Clap that boy" like Birdman and ClipseI got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoesI'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they comeWhat's the procedure with a gun in your faceWhen you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Outro][Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker[Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean[Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you[Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down![Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house[Benzino] It's not a game no mo'[Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker[Benzino] You know[Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz[Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up![Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man
[Chorus - Ja Rule]Clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap backWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the realI'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chillWear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The GreatestTell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice groovesThe Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby JAnd we sling at soccer fields the yayThey don't respect that, don't get your minds aroundYou'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want thatI send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it offCan't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it downOnce I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 LakersLet's make no mistakes, resents take placeWhat's the procedure with a gun in your faceWhen you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Ja Rule]The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubblyWhen shit get ugly I hug the snub closelyBut usually we still see your bitchesThats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dickI can't handle it, lower their mannersTo get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chanceCatching hate from a glance, but I'm a giantThese niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thangGive bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realisticThe game is helpless, let's not get it twistedI'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottomAnd stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and SaddamI'm here to make this rap shit hotter than HarlemFuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problemWhat's the procedure with a gun in your faceWhen you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find outWhere Em Laden's hiding and bomb him firstIt could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubsMask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass upI'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broadsThe preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"I play a struck chord, wit the ChristiansBut y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religionsAnd God gave me his blessings to handle my businessAll these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kissesIf she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistressAnd "Clap that boy" like Birdman and ClipseI got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoesI'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they comeWhat's the procedure with a gun in your faceWhen you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Outro][Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker[Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean[Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you[Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down![Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house[Benzino] It's not a game no mo'[Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker[Benzino] You know[Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz[Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up![Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man
