Lirik Lagu Clap Wit Me - Proof
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[Chorus]"You're the lyrics of my liiiife..""You're the end, of my storyyyyy.."
[Proof]Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all dayNew kids nothin, we skippin through the hallwaysAll praise I.F., Motor City giantsName been on bubble since Salam dropped the PyrexOut to stack the cake up, my group will never break upThe world been sleep long enough, they better wake upDon't sport a Jacob, bling just the sameRemain in the D, it's the kingdom I claimNever leavin the fame, born to be greatWalk to the door of a quarter 'til eightHaters hate but they late with the jump offI'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on
[Chorus]
[Proof]"8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought heatEmile on the beat, 50 kept us in the streetIt's my destiny to be, the truth neverthelessNothin new your boy Proof is better than bestElliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killersBankin they millions they all wanksters and squealersMy first spit with the Tony TocaD-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only sloganDreams of fuckin J-Lo, Hood is on the payrollLockland and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tecAnd with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me
[Chorus]
[Proof]King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lamesI played with the wrong cheek in which I got the flamesI'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpseDenaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!)Proof is a wolf, shit I told you from jumpIn a fast lane, no change of road or the bumpsGame is sold not told so I hold a swollen tongueIn Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Colemen YoungHoldin one with the tongue flow like Tiger WoodsChristina don't do it for me, shh, but Mya couldI am Suge to the rap game, rulin Purple GangWe blow your mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin?
[Chorus - 2X]
[Proof]Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all dayNew kids nothin, we skippin through the hallwaysAll praise I.F., Motor City giantsName been on bubble since Salam dropped the PyrexOut to stack the cake up, my group will never break upThe world been sleep long enough, they better wake upDon't sport a Jacob, bling just the sameRemain in the D, it's the kingdom I claimNever leavin the fame, born to be greatWalk to the door of a quarter 'til eightHaters hate but they late with the jump offI'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on
[Chorus]
[Proof]"8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought heatEmile on the beat, 50 kept us in the streetIt's my destiny to be, the truth neverthelessNothin new your boy Proof is better than bestElliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killersBankin they millions they all wanksters and squealersMy first spit with the Tony TocaD-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only sloganDreams of fuckin J-Lo, Hood is on the payrollLockland and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tecAnd with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me
[Chorus]
[Proof]King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lamesI played with the wrong cheek in which I got the flamesI'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpseDenaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!)Proof is a wolf, shit I told you from jumpIn a fast lane, no change of road or the bumpsGame is sold not told so I hold a swollen tongueIn Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Colemen YoungHoldin one with the tongue flow like Tiger WoodsChristina don't do it for me, shh, but Mya couldI am Suge to the rap game, rulin Purple GangWe blow your mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin?
[Chorus - 2X]
