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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Ja Rule - Clap Back[Intro - Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah yeah ya know Its real!! Hussein whats happnin nigga? I see you, aight Shadow whats poppin BLAT!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! Blackchild what up!?! Id like to welcome all my niggaz To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz This shit commentated on the ones and twos! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real shit we talking I 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 back We gon clap back, we gon clap back (Lets take em to war niggaz!) We gon clap back, we gon clap back We gon clap back, we gon clap back (Lets take em to war niggaz) We gon clap back, we gon clap back We gon clap back, we gon clap back (Lets take em to war niggaz!) We gon clap back, we gon clap back We gon clap back, we gon clap back (Lets take em to war niggaz) We gon clap back, we gon clap back [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they hollin about Rule nigga, heres the real Ill pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest Tell em Im nice too, plus push them nice grooves The Inc roll like duece man, Im ol G Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay They dont respect that, dont get your minds around Youll get it pushed back, yall dont want that I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off Cant help that, Im the nigga that puts it down Once I hit that, thats if Im up in the May (bach) Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers Lets make no mistakes, resents take place Whats the proceedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, lets cock back nigga air out ya space! (Cmon!) We gon [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your bitches Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick I cant handle it, lower their manners To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance Catching hate from a glance, but Im a giant These niggaz is mere ants, Ill stomp em wit his thang Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, its not realistic The game is helpless, lets not get it twisted Im young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam Im here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause Im the problem Whats the proceedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, lets cock back nigga air out ya space! (Cmon!) We gon [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, Im a find out Where Em Ladens hiding and bomb him first It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up Id rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the lord!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians But yall got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions And God gave me his blessings to handle my business All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses If she some how misses, he gon meet the mistress And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes Im the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come Whats the proceedure with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, lets cock back nigga air out ya space! (Cmon!) We gon [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga Zino in this motherfucker [Benzino] Thats how we do it, know what I mean [Benzino] Buck 89 whats up baby, I see you [Ja Rule] Break em down nigga! break em down! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house [Benzino] Its 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 |
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