Clap - Chamillionaire, Paul Wall

Only imagine, how close all the diamonds in the jewel sit

Invisible set and canary yellow, as a tulip

See I can spit some calm words to you, through my two lips

I can have them hollow tips, popping up out them two clips

You pick, don’t run up on me with your tool slick

I’ll be damned if I get jacked with a strap, under my blue nit

Don’t do nothing foolish, cause I’ll completely lose it Give a nigga a new breathing hole, with a pool stick

I got hoes square rooted, doubles and cubics

They come in groups of two or mo', and they be wanting do it Got females that do lick, and some that strictly do dick

But if you freaky prove it, I’ll go get the cool whip

If you love your shirt so much, that you don’t wan’remove it Then you can get up out my party, you can get excluded

Don’t know what click that you with, but I’m king of the new click

Color Changin’Click-clack rap, I plan to rule it clap

If you owe me any more than zero cents, time to collect fool

I step through, and re possess the nigga my respect’s due

Hope the numbers you wrote in the middle, of that check’s true

Unless you fast, and don’t think a bullet can catch you

Buy a drink I bet you, that she gon get the next two

Or she’ll be standing next to, the pay phone and get.

Left too bad, your homie had already left too

Can’t take you home look at your feet, and now she right and left too

Who’s next to, let Koopa undress you and sex you

Can’t get you pregnant, condom packs go in and get two

We can chop it up like O.G.

Ron C, and Mike Watts do Or treat you like some Southern music, and make sure you get screwed

Internet, Chamillionaire.com on my channel

Run up on the vehicle, I bet that boy get handled

I don’t like your tone of voice, you better calm your grammar

And slap you with the baking soda, my arm and hammer

Chain hanging to my nuts, is kinda like you tasting

Ice, if your tongue is in the right location

I don’t fight temptation, I invite temptation

Cause I got a lap that, I would like your face in Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi

This liquor in my body, and I’m ready to party

Hey ya-hey ya, ooh-whoa Kemosabi

Hypnotic is for kids, we sipping Gin and Bicardi

Hey ya-hey ya, the minute she saw me She whispered, all the things she wanna do So you know I’ma do, just what a playa do And let her leave with me, then send her home to you probably

Hey ya-hey ya, hey ya-hey ya Heeeee-ooooh, hey ya — 4x