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- Yukmouth - Clap Yo Hands Lyrics
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- He's Yukmouth
- [ CHORUS ]
- He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out
- He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
- Yukmouth, he's thugged out
- He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
- If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
- If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
- If you're thuggin and you know it
- When you're hustlin, nigga, show it
- If you're thuggin and you know it, clap your hands
- But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
- But if you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
- But if you're ballin and you know it
- Shot-callin and you show it
- If you're ballin and you know it, stomp your feet
- [ VERSE 1 ]
- Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
- Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
- Hot sex to gentlemans puffin Havana
- Bring ya drugs to Atlanta if you don't fuck with bammer
- You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don
- You rockin Big John's, your watch is glistenan
- You ain't watchin the Pistons inside your dot six'n
- You got a hot chicken who never stops lickin
- I smoke the hash to ashes, my click be draggin tatted
- I probably pop a tablet but never fuck with acid
- My bitches be the baddest, petite with fat asses
- Proceed to stack the cabbage, till we in lavish mansions
- Aiyo, I toast to that, my niggas toast to that
- Cause I was broker back in the days wearin crocker sacks
- Now I smoke doja sacks, I'm never goin back
- I got the house, the Jaguar and the Rover, black
- [ CHORUS ]
- [ VERSE 2 ]
- You like menage-a-trois, you fuck with exotic broads
- You drive exotic cars, you smoke chronic by the jars
- Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
- You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
- You slap a bitch out, you slap a nigga out
- You slap a pimp out, you slap a trick out
- Pistol-whip a snitch down, get hit with a pistol
- We sippin Cris now, my niggas rich now
- We at them play-offs, baby, we at the Super Bowl
- We in Las Vegas, baby, fight night as usual
- I switch and gatored out, gaffled and papered out
- Pull stretch Navigators out, TV-/PlayStation-ed out
- Y'all niggas hate us now, two thou I say this now
- Jackers wanna lay me down, rappers wanna spray me down
- But they can't fuck with Yuk cause I'm a Thug Lord
- That's gon' bring em that hardcore if they want more
- [ VERSE 3 ]
- You fly to Cancun, you take flights to Jamaica
- You love them damn shrooms, you love Garcia Vegas
- You take flights to the Bahamas, you fight your baby mama
- That child payment drama, then flipped her a new Mercedes, partner
- You're not a Captain Save Her cause hoes be pullin capers
- You smoke 'dro different flavors, X Men like Doctor and Xavier
- Pop pills like Christian Slater, you on a mission, player
- You always spendin paper, fuck ice, we gettin glaciers
- My neck bling-blingin, Rolex bling-blingin
- 20" bling-blingin, my set bling-blingin
- But if it was back in the days I'd take a nigga bling
- Take a nigga ring, break and make a nigga scream
- I was slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
- Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
- Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit the jackpot
- We like to scrap a lot, so busters keep your gats cocked
- [ CHORUS ]
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