Clap Your Hands (Letra)

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Chorus(scratching):
Clap your hands now

Phife:
Brothas know the flavs when the quest gets loose
Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler zeus
Crazier than tupac in that flick called juice
Cock is longer than the hat worn by dr. seuss
Love a girl in daisy dukes like them kids called deuce
Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man luke
Control the mic like denzel on the girls
Wack mcs be on the nuts like rocket j. squirrel
The worst thing in the world is a sucka mc
Favorite rap group in the world is epmd
Can’t forget the de la, the two originality
And if i ever went solo, my favorite mc would be me
Phife dawg up in the house, i give a shout out to snoopy
Peace to all the questers, to hell with the groupies
Like um, ralph up to potsie, brooklyn to dodger
Laverne to shirley, rerun to roger
Ren to the stimpy, laurel to hardy
Q-tip and phifer, they mashed up the party
Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
Kick the beats and more beats
We’ll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques
For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand
But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands

Chorus:

Q-tip:
You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands
If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance…
Will be crucial, i got hundreds of rhymes that’ll suit you
So listen
The abstract intuition is very very worthy
I can feel ya out from russia to jersey
Can’t understand, the underground, it gets deep
The low, the nikes, the links, the jeeps
The women, the lingo and all the other goods
Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play
Please don’t do the mute when you hear me on the juke
Brothas know my angle, it’s the star-spangled black banner
Hook up the beats at the funk manner
If want a roll, then dough i be rakin
The scope is on the world, cuz it’s mine for the takin
You know i’m gonna do it
My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid
Chemists get confused of my ill composition
This is the third of the new tribe addition
Mcs be swingin, but alot of them be missin
So shut your bloodclot and listen
Cuz i’m bringin you the ill rendition
I’d like to send this out to the l.e.s.
Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse
Come here love, hot sex on a plat
And when your done with that then clap

Chorus(until end)

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Clap Your Hands (Letra)

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Yeah, yeah
Check it out, y’all
Just clap your hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon
Clap your hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon
Just clap your hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon
Clap your hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon
Just clap your hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon

It’s too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah

Tell me why all these ?bumaclutz? try to clown me
I tell em move away, me need some privacy
Don’t you know i am the man that come up positivity
Never negativity ‘cause we create then do-re-mi
My name is will i am from bep
Black eyed peas, numero uno, we be jammin’ like marty
If i’m technical with my rhymes, let me know now
I shake it all around, niggas know how we be throwin’ down
Too much looky, who be ditchin’ y’all like hooky
Honey’s wanna get up on me like suki-suki
They call me on my telley talkin bout mushi-mushi
They pullin on my body, feelin on my tushi-tushi

It’s too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah
And don’t you know, i need some privacy
Excuse me young girl, me need some privacy

‘cause the black eyed peas is coming woofin mighty-mighty flow
I’m deliverin the rhymes because my mama told me so
I’ma do what my mama say and rock dollar y’all
Mama say, mama sah, mamu-makusta
Too much looky, and we the last cookie
Where pastry, dippin like, umm umm, ?le criste?
Lickin on your finger and you lickin your hand
That good, finish that man
Make sure (sure…) make sure

Chorus:

Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now

It’s too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah
And you know, i need some privacy
Go play somewhere else, me need some privacy

We open up, bottle killin, the business, showbiz
We be passin the peas, purposely and positive
Wonder if is, where does it last, say "here it is"
Should be all up in your ear, with a test and a quiz
See ya dance, say "damn, now what it is?"
Want to in sync with all the pea body kids
You be nodding your head back and forth like this
They be feelin my move, then your mind is in bliss

So put your hands together now we ready to bounce
Got the whole world waiting for this, to be announced
Know you just got satisfaction by the ounce
You can either jump up and boogie or just lounge

It’s too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah
I thought i said need some privacy
Go play somewhere else, me need some privacy

Recite more poetic, a tactic from the attic
Apl de ap, gets critical and droppin’ shit
Like a dimensional picture
You architect, so i free you to get the scripture
But when it hit ya, i got you turning like elixir
Back a glass of coniac, we divide the mixture
I’m about to fix you up, with a new texture
More information better down like a letter
And in the sector

Chorus

Clap your hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon
Just clap our hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon
Just clap our hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon
Just clap our hands y’all, c’mon, c’mon

It’s too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah
You know i need some privacy
Go play somewhere else, me need some privacy

So put your hands together now we ready to bounce
Got the whole world waiting for this, to be announced
Know you just got satisfaction by the ounce
You can either jump up and boogie or just lounge

It’s too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah
You gotta give me privacy

Chorus

It’s too much looky-looky-looky
Too much watchy-watchy-wah
They looky-looky-looky
And they watchy-watchy-wah, uh-ah, uh-ah

Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now

Clap Your Hands (Letra)

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[ll cool j]
Yeah..
Yeah i like that guitar man, yeah
Yo e-love i like the way you flipped that guitar man
Knahmsayin? it was a good idea man, knahmsayin? yeah
It’s kinda like freakin me, yaknahmsayin?
I wanna get hype man, i wanna do this, yaknahmsayin?
Just gon’ chill, check it out

Slick as vasoline, smell good as cologne
I’m like a muscle man in jail — they leave me alone
I rhyme like superman, you rap like jimmy olson
I break you like a bottle of green golden molson
You ain’t a real rhymer, you look like a actress
How you gon’ sleep on me holmes, do i look like a mattress?
Am i that old, do i walk like grady?
I’ma hundred-fifty proof, smirnoff is only 80
Don’t you ever try to rock my house
I’m a real cool cat, know what i’m sayin mickey mouse?
The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this
Now think about it — can you really come close to this?
You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler
Ugly as work shoes, messin with the ruler:
The ultimate writer reciter and def entertainer
I work myself harder than a boxer’s trainer

Chorus: ll cool j

Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)

[ll cool j]
You end up, underneath my sneaker
You’re dog doo-doo, i’m watchin you get weaker
You can’t believe, the skill and dexterity
Ll cool j, and the j is for jeremy
So buff me, james todd the earthquaker
That’s right my brother, you’re goin out like sega
{*censored*} chewed, so whassup dude?
One of my battles’ll get your girlies in the mood
Sucker mc’s really make me sick
I’m so bad, i can suck my own {dick}
If you go to your girl’s house and i’m there already
Don’t go crazy cause my name ain’t eddie
Rhymes so rough, it’s like a course in trigonometry
When einstein was talkin, he was talkin bout me
The prince of the earth, and i’ma give birth
To a rhyme so hard you look soft as a smurf
Gigglin and wigglin, so how we goin out?
Lovely, and that’s without a doubt!

Chorus 3/4x

[ll cool j]
Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor
When i’m through, you’ll need a nurse to take your temperature
And cool you down, cause you’re cold as leftovers
Not the ones on the table, i’m talkin about ruff rovers
You can’t get over — what’s my name, goofy?
You smoke i’m no joke, so my brother break out the looseys
And take a pull, cause the buck stops here
I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and dissapear
Don’t cross me, or lose your loyalty
To the prince of the rap court, i’m royalty
And it ain’t no puzzle, it’s a shame how rappers guzzle
Paragraphs i put together so i carry a muzzle
To shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet
I’m a one man riot, so don’t even try it
The prince of special tactics, plus i’m athletic
Before you play your hand you better do some calisthetics
Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whole nine
Speak your piece, then i’ma go for mine
And i guarantee you, i’m gonna strike again
I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in
Cop out to one rhyme cause you’re facin ten
I ain’t sidney poitier but we can ‘do this again’
I’m nice wit mines, and i gotta admit it
You don’t really wanna battle, why don’tcha just forget it!

Chorus 1/2

[ll cool j]
But if you’re hard headed and you still don’t understand
Here’s a little sample — ehm ehm, my man

*brrrrrrring* "hello?"
{*cut n scratch "cool j"*}
".. takes everything you’ve got" -> cheers (theme song)
{*cut n scratch "pushin a broom"*}
".. sure would help a lot" -> cheers (theme song)

[ll cool j]
Check my stats, how we livin, i thought so
I’m fresh, oh yes, but can they flow, hell no
My rhymes are up to date, excellent, on point
I’m tellin you, they’re the serious joint
I eat my steak fast, i drink my brew slow
My voice is milky with a nice clear flow
I eat like a fat man, and walk like a gigolo
I’m not a ballplayer, so now y’know!

Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Cause i rock the house, everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)

Knowhati’msayin? and i’ma be straight til the year 3000
That’s word to mother, knahmsayin?
And i say mother with a v cause the v is for victory yaknahmsayin?
Cause i’m the victor in this game, word up
Knahmsayin? that’s what time it is, peace

{*crew applause*}

That man, he sure is funky funky funky
Funky! funky, he sho’ is!
You best believe he’s funky!
You didn’t know??? funky!

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We’ve been good friends so very long
Oh but now i’m feelin’ something much more strong
You make me feel so good
When you move like you should
Ooh, what i’m thinking can’t be wrong

I always knew that it was true
That there was rhythm deep inside of you
Now i can’t wait no more
To get you on that floor
And that’s not all that we can do

Chorus and background
Clap your hands (you got to clap your hands now) background repeats 4x
Clap your hands (you got to clap your hands)
Ooh, clap your hands, baby
Clap your hands

I see it in the way you dance
That you are looking, looking for romance
I’ll give you such a thrill, you’ll never get your fill
If you just give me half a chance

Repeat chorus and background

You got to clap your hands now,
You got to clap your hands
(repeat)
Oooh, ooh, oh yeah
You got to clap your hands now,
You got to clap your hands

Repeat chorus and background to fade

Clap Your Hands (Letra)

A Tribe Called Quest

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[chorus:]
All the ladies wearing strings
Clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty
Clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work
And the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk
Clap your hands
It’s eleven o’clock and
You’re already out
Gotta get your crew together
And all go out
There’s a party somewhere
That goes all night
And vip is gonna be there
So you gotta look tight
Theres gonna be sexy
Hicanas and americans
Even some from china
And some from japan
You know the party is jumpin’
And the beat is bumpin’
So everybody
Get your freak on

[1:]
Ladies feel a rise
When you start to grind
G-string in the middle
With your big behind
She be switchin’ them hips

From right to left
We gone dance all night
Till we run out of breath

[repeat chorus twice]

The place is already packed
At a quarter past three
Girlies with they
Mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin’ so hard
The fellas wantin’ more
And it’s gettin’ kinda nasty
On the dance floor
The dj’s spinnin’ the cuts
On the one’s and two’s
So many women around
And so many dudes
You know the partys jumpin’
And the beat is bumpin’
So everybody
Get your swerve on

[repeat 2]
[repeat chorus twice]
[repeat 2]
[repeat chorus five times]

Imx, platinum status
Say what say what
If you came to
Get it crunk
Clap your hands