Clap Your Hands - Guilty Simpson

Yeh, you know it yeh

Detroit City

Guilty Simpson, clap it up y’all

Beats at will, yeah

I don’t really care what squad you wit

Cause a real nigga don’t need sponsorship

And a posse don’t make me hard

I’m a leader so I gotta play these cards and face these odds

Ain’t no time to chase these broads

Tryin to get paper to create these jobs

And it’s a fact when you’re black that you don’t know how to act

When your bellybutton’s touchin your back, yeah

That’s why a lot of us fuck with the crack

Cause it’s the easiest way to double your stacks

And all the hoes scream «Where the hustlers at?»

Usually the pretty chick with the bubble in back

Word to Dilla dawg I’mma get it all

Combination safe behind the picture on the wall

Even though moms raised me right

I swear to God rap shit saved my life

Yeah, all the people in the back sippin 'gnac

We representin for y’all niggas, do it!

(«clap your hands»)

C’mon, it’s a party

(«You and you and you to clap your hands») Everybody

All my people with the drinks in your cups

Turn the muh’fuckers up and go nuts

My mood swings like pendulums;

I got two birds

One’s a middle finger and trust me that’s the friendly one

Because my Desert Eagle will kill all who envies him

We transport info quicker than Pentiums

I’m gutter, what I’m spittin is classic

So walk on eggshells or I bury you bastards

I rep the D, so when you speak about me

I’m the letter between C and E

In fact I’m the 1 between 3 and 3

With a smokin gun commitin B and E’s

And I don’t fake at all, all I can be is me

And if you don’t like it I dare you to get excited

Detroit nigga my area is the tightest

The raps come easy, live it see it and write it

Drug wars, shootouts, mentally sick men

Naturally my breed’s equipped with thick skin