Текст (слова) песни: De La Soul - Verbal Clap

"You out there? Louder!
Well clap your hands to what he`s doing
On tempo Jack"

[Posdonus]
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of them East coast stars
If you ask me I`ll tell you there`s no comp
But I`m still humble, even though I will crumble halls
Some call `em songs, I call `em words from me
that take long to cook
So some feel free in sayin that we don`t hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is keep my name out your mouth
And stop frownin like you hostile
You know that it`s a booger rubbin up against your nostril
Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It`s Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why, givin what you lack holmes

[Dave]
Aiyyo prepare yo`self for the Neutron, bitch!
This is eighty-six, let that neo-rap go
We present these flares to put fire to your ears
to lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes
We run mics, let Sean run the marathon
Yo raise that money son, we raisin these kids
Get claps when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some breath
SAT book smart, part ese
Loc`in like Tone, street niggaz get grown
Acquire more couth before you get poofed
Or get some shells sent over to your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery, but when peace don`t work
see this piece gon` work, cock aim and SHOOT!
It`s my constitutional right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans unite
Woodstock and white folks involved
Black man get on yo` job!

"Well clap your hands to what he`s doing
On tempo Jack"

[Chorus 2X: De La Soul]
Let`s go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
(put, all, the things aside)

[Posdonus]
The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep comin
I`m hated on by niggaz I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose when I`m on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way there`ll be a toast in the air
Markin the return of bare minimums you need to learn
Get your verbs right when you down to clap

[Dave]
See that gun powder calibre rap`ll tip hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and skyscrapers
Bow-tie papers stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get your street sweeped
Front row, backstage or the cheap seats
I +Dodge+ richochets like +Ram+ trucks, you slow poke to pull it
And I sup-pose you wanna top the Billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like Pop-Tarts

[Chorus]

"Well clap your hands to what he`s doing"

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: De La Soul - Verbal Clap "You out there? Louder! Well clap your hands to what he`s doing On tempo Jack" [Posdonus] NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us? We creators of them East coast stars If you ask me I`ll tell you there`s no comp But I`m still humble, even though I will crumble halls Some call `em songs, I call `em words from me that take long to cook So some feel free in sayin that we don`t hunger for beats Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body All you gotta do is keep my name out your mouth And stop frownin like you hostile You know that it`s a booger rubbin up against your nostril Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone? It`s Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why, givin what you lack holmes [Dave] Aiyyo prepare yo`self for the Neutron, bitch! This is eighty-six, let that neo-rap go We present these flares to put fire to your ears to lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes We run mics, let Sean run the marathon Yo raise that money son, we raisin these kids Get claps when curtains close, stage left Up your stamina baby, bring some breath SAT book smart, part ese Loc`in like Tone, street niggaz get grown Acquire more couth before you get poofed Or get some shells sent over to your mic booth Excuse, my delivery, but when peace don`t work see this piece gon` work, cock aim and SHOOT! It`s my constitutional right to bear arms Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans unite Woodstock and white folks involved Black man get on yo` job! "Well clap your hands to what he`s doing On tempo Jack" [Chorus 2X: De La Soul] Let`s go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes (put, all, the things aside) Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes (put, all, the things aside) [Posdonus] The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of expiration On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep comin I`m hated on by niggaz I love most So what threat could you possibly pose when I`m on your coast? So raise your guns or your glasses Either way there`ll be a toast in the air Markin the return of bare minimums you need to learn Get your verbs right when you down to clap [Dave] See that gun powder calibre rap`ll tip hats like gentlemen do Smash tenements and skyscrapers Bow-tie papers stacked high Pay the resident tax or get your street sweeped Front row, backstage or the cheap seats I +Dodge+ richochets like +Ram+ trucks, you slow poke to pull it And I sup-pose you wanna top the Billboard chart Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like Pop-Tarts [Chorus] "Well clap your hands to what he`s doing" Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Verbal Clap: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/14715.html Все тексты песен: De La Soul » De La Soul - Jenifa Taught Me (derwin`s Revenge) » De La Soul - Betta Listen » De La Soul - AOI: Bionix » De La Soul - Say No Go » De La Soul - Stone Age » De La Soul - Change In Speak » De La Soul - Itzsoweezee » De La Soul - Supa Emcees » De La Soul - Shopping Bags (She Got From You) » De La Soul - Wrms: Dedication To The Bitty » De La Soul - Johnnys Dead Aka Vincent Mason » De La Soul - Simply » De La Soul - Pony Ride » De La Soul - Kicked Out The House » De La Soul - Declaration » De La Soul - Breakadawn » De La Soul - Stakes Is High (Remix) » De La Soul - Copa » De La Soul - Eye Know » De La Soul - Patti Dooke Рекомендуем скачать: » Юрий Зыков - Надпись на музейном топоре » Юрий Визбор - Последний день зимы нам выдан для сомненья... » Юрий Визбор - Задраены верхние люки, штурвала блестит колесо... » Ю.Г. - Картинки » Юрий Наумов - 666-й блюз » Юрий Костров - Двадцать второе августа » Юрий Вайханский - Мережи » Юрий Панюшкин - Акварель » Юрий Лорес - Прости-прощай! Проходит лето... » Юрий Визбор - Хала-бала » Юрий Лорес - Молитва » Юрий Панюшкин - Вечерний звон колоколов дождя... » Юта - Циферблат » Юрий Бендюков - Красноярск » Юрий Нестеренко - В этом городе, похожем на общественный сортир... » Юрий Бендюков - Рябинушка » Юрий Лорес - Скрипка и труба » Юрий Карпов - Блюз » Юля Началова - Как тебе служится » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Люда Смолякова стала Задорожной и осталась с нами
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