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- Clap Ya Hands 歌詞 Snacky Chan Akrobatik
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- Akrobatik Clap Ya Hands 歌詞
- Snacky Chan Akrobatik
- Full steam ahead you know
you catching Ak dizzle
coming through live and direct
with my homie Snack Chizzel
We slam hard like Thursday
nights on Smack dizzle
make the rowdy brothers pump
they fist and honey's ass wiggle
If you unnecessarily gassed we
bout to put you on blast
pull over son not so fast
Me and Chan's wingspan cross
seas and sands
Netherlands to Michigan plus we
Big in Japan
You politickin with a man whose
down to kick it with fans
and keep the hits comin to
satisfy and fit the demands
Hands up when you see me like
I'm throwin out free *******t
I rip the stage LP
murder the remix
You heard of the prefix Akro
by now
slayin crowds worldwide with the
fat flow Biyao
Me and Snacky's like Jackie Chan
and Chris Tucker
If a rapper try to diss we crush
the mother
Does my mic sound fresh
Yeah hot to def
Lemme give it a little test then
Mic check 1 2
Bad attitudes cats actin rude in
the club yall need to go cuz
We don't want you
No doubt we get the crowd loud
Ak and Chan run things boy
when we come through
Skills get shown your speakers
blown
Put up ya hands
Don't front you know you want to
You know me I never use words
like can't or maybe
On the grind when I write
I can't be lazy
Smoke Ls in the booth till the
**** get hazy
all them cats talkin **** yo
yall dudes can't faze me
Bump my **** that's the only way
you'll play me
Get gangsta at my label like
F*ck you pay me
Make hits take sips of that E and
J see
I'm bent when I'm broke
my homeboys blaze me
Chicks dig Snacks and that's
wassup
I love them tight jeans and how
you back that thang up girl
Get busy I control the crowd
make em scream and shout when
I spit **** out
No doubt when I'm out and about
don't hesitate to holla
On second thought don't bother
I'm too ******* and so gassed
I just might bust ass while you
askin for that God damn autograph
Does my mic sound fresh
Yeah hot to def
Lemme give it a little test then
Mic check 1 2
Bad attitudes cats actin rude in
the club yall need to go cuz
We don't want you
No doubt we get the crowd loud
Rip and Chan run **** boy
when we come through
Skills get shown your speakers
blown
Put up ya hands
Don't front you know you want to
I rep the city of Bean whether
you lyrically fit
plus equipped like an Olympian
team
Gimme plenty of Henny a demi of
green
or I might have you surrender
your cream
Beantown brings things that'll
prevent you from livin your dream
spittin like a semi whenever
given Supreme
Lines that'll have you in a
rhyme battle shook
whine like an actual puss but no
******* are seen
This Boston again
I pity the fiend
Dorchester nuthin pretty in Bean
Any individual willing for war
like positioned marine
We could have it out in a rap
bout or act out
aggression with a beef dog get
smacked in the mouth
Mixed in you have you traveling
South
The b*tch in you made your ass
be out
Hold up gimme the trees before
you bounce
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