Clap Back (Album Version (Explicit))

Ja Rule

专辑：Hip Hop Workout I Beast Mode

歌词

作词 : Scott Storch/Jeffrey Atkins/Irving Lorenzo

作曲 : Scott Storch/Jeffrey Atkins/Irving Lorenzo

Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah

I gotta get my headphones

All my ****ing niggas is in the building on this one

You know Yeah yeah ya know

It's real Hussein what's happ'nin nigga

I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT

Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the mother****ing house

Jody in the house Jody Mack

My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up

Black Child what up

I'd like to welcome all my niggas

To the world famous Murda Inc. Show

Big shout to all my Queens niggas in Staten Island

Niggas in Uptown, niggas in Brooklyn niggas

All my Bronx niggas yeah, all my Jersey niggas you know

We doing it real big right here all my money niggas

This shit commentated on the one's and two's

They call me the Mighty Rule how ya living

This real shit we talking

I wanna ask all my ****ing niggas a real question holla back

What do you do - when niggas spit at you

Hook - Ja Rule

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Verse 1 - Ja Rule

**** if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real

I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill

Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest

Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice coupes

The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J

And we slinging soccer fields of yay

They don't respect that, don't get your mind around

You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that

I send em to the morgue while keepin my b*****s bouncin fa sho

In Da Club with no gun, got em taking it off

Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down

Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the Maybach

Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers

Let's make no mistakes when these F's take place

What's the procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist

Let's **** back nigga air out the space C'mon We gon'

Hook - Ja Rule

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Verse 2 - Ja Rule

The Rule be In Da Club rude mother****er poppin the bubbly

When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely

But usually we still see your b*****s

Dancin on some freak shit, trying to ride my d**k

I can't handle it, lower their manners

To get they ass in front of my d**k to dance, to B.I.G.'s One More Chance

Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant

These niggas is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit a shank

Give b*****s the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic

The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted

I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom

And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam

I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem

**** the dog cause the werewolves is out the prowl

What's the procedure when you got a gun on you face

When you got one in your waist

Let's **** back nigga air out the space C'mon We gon'

Hook - Ja Rule

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Verse 3 - Ja Rule

Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out

Where Em Laden's 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

I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads

The preachers daughter screaming out **** the Lord

I may have struck a chord, wit the Christians

But y'all got the freakiest b*****s out of all the religions

And God gave me his blessings to handle my business

All these w**ksta 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 niggas all over my d**k, like hoes

I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come

What's the procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist

Let's **** back nigga air out the space C'mon We gon'

Hook - Ja Rule

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Let's take 'em to war niggas

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Outro

Ja Rule Yeah, my nigga Zino in this mother****er

Benzino That's how we do it, know what I mean

Benzino Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you

Ja Rule Break 'em down nigga break 'em down

Benzino Bring them birds, in the mother****ing house

Benzino It's not a game no mo'

Ja Rule Queens in this mother****er

Benzino You know

Ja Rule All my Jersey niggas, all my Boston niggas

Ja Rule All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn sir what up

Ja Rule Haha, yeah, holla at me man