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JAY ELECTRONICA lyrics - Attack Of The Clones

Trolley Stop

Original and similar lyrics
In a little while from now If I'm not feelin any less down I promise myself to pack my bags and visit a nearby town And climb into the top Or grab the microphone and rock And all the party people in the place to be will say DAMN THAT BOY CAN ROCK Now everybody in the place Clap your hands And everybody in the space Clap your hands To all the people in the party Clap your hands C'mon rock your body Clap your hands Now everybody feel good Clap your hands And let me be understood Clap your hands We came to get down Clap your hands And to the funky fresh sound Clap your hands Uh puerto rico! Jump on it [x3] And everybody on the east coast! Jump on it [x3] And to my people on the west side! Jump on it [x3] And if you in that midwest ha! Jump on it [x3] Now what you hear is not a test I'm just a rappin to the beat I got a crease in my dickies and a fresh white tee with diadoras on my feet I hope you understand that my one and only plan Is to make you feel good make you clap your hands And once the feelin hits your body then you act and dance and c'mon! I spit that uptown body rock raddy ha And will a nigga ever shut me down probably not Cause ever since I was a young lad I crushed mcs kickin ass takin names at the trolley stop And everybody know I got a lot a flow I'm from that mag to the melph to the calliope I'm well known in the spots where you barely go And on the designated spot rockin ever-y show Now take it to the dirty south now And jump on it [x3] And I'll pay for it If I want it [x3]

Make It Clap (Remix)

BUSTA RHYMES "It Ain't Safe No More..."
(feat. Sean Paul, Spliff Star) [Intro: Sean Paul (Busta Rhymes)] We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!) Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!) Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!) One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!) Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!) Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out Mek your body keep clappin on [Sean Paul] Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh [Busta Rhymes] Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard And if you want us to set it just give me the word This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves [Sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap [Verse 2: Spliff Star] Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen ([Busta Rhymes:] We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving ([Busta Rhymes:] Lookin to chose) How it's different and blin-ding And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now [Chorus] [Sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap [Bridge: Sean Paul] Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands [Verse 3: Sean Paul] We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap [Busta Rhymes] Who a call me the abominal snowman Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is [Chorus] [Sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap [Outro: Sean Paul] We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

Nolia Clap (Remix)

JUVENILE
[Juvenile:] uh huh Remix...Remix.... Wacko, Juvenile, Skip! Hollaback.... Where H-town at..ATL at..Miami, Lil Haiti, Lauderdale at... [Chorus] Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? I say da U gon do dey thing wodie please believe If not we'll make it hard for u cowards to breave One thing about a ghost, keeps sh* up a sleeve Juve and skip attack the boards, while I plug em wit 3's Every stash spot i got, I stuff it wit g's don't need a chain or a whip to snatch me a freak.. I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowin on trees With two heaters in my lap..bumpin 400 degreez I 'on rock wit juvenile. what clown? datz my dawg.. Say dat sh* again I'll wack all ya'll. Get on some bo? sh*...smack all ya'll Prolly get on dat rob sh*...crack all ya'll I neva talk sideways I put ya on da highway Have ya sweatin in da chicken coop like smokey off Friday Catch ya in da nolia have ya runnin down da driveway Tryna bring ya down ? Yippe Ka Yay Where da Bay at...to dat 'lay at where dem teks, where dem 9's, where dem k's at [Chorus] west coast whats up, west side whats up where NY at..., NJ at, Philly philly, DC, VA at [Chorus] east coast whassup, east side whassup [Skip:] I'm straight hollygrove ya know dat But I'm ol' skool, fisher projek like a throwback Now I told you now you know dat You ain't welcome here, you ain't see I'm Gone on my doormat So stupid why...you ain't abide by dat If I catch you on my porch, you gon die by dat Right there, by them leaves..you can lie by dat On side of dat dog doo doo, you can dry like dat Cause this is payback for anyone who eva said dat Look, I'm safe wit this vest...Gon get his head packed Or get his face slashed, get his neck jooked Look in my face...this how death look If ya deaf look, I won't play witcha Gun talk is all I'm gonna say to ya So learn to read lips...cause see we tripz Every time dat alk and dem trees mix Where da Row at, Interscope at... Choppa City, Universal, Cut Throat at... [Chorus] where my pimps wassup, all my playaz wassup where UTP at, Crime Lab at, Rap A Lot, DTP, Aftermath at [Chorus] all my souljas wassup, all my gangstas wassup [Juvenile] we from the dirrty dirrty ya heard me ya shoot and get shot from under the department line we bout as long as ya block i travel all over the states been in some serious spots carzy not knowing if them people gon' kill me or not all that booting up and stunnin and gon get u no where if u aint bout shooting them subs dont even go there if u scared show u scraed and put ur sets down we aint got a way lookin for beef u can go away now gotta holla at ?? survival these people be my people hook me up with some prada clap for a PM calp for a bbenz and if u clap right here ill give u twenties and tens 3rd ward got money we got plenty to spend quit spending on transportation we got plenty of them YEA THIS IS BIG BUISNES RIGHT HERE RAP-A-LOT UTP 2004 PUT UR U'S UP [Chorus]

Clap Hands

TOM WAITS
Sane, sane, they're all insane, fireman's blind, the conductor is lame A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more The moon in the window and a bird on the pole We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more Moon in the window and a bird on the pole Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladin's hat And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime All the way to Baltimore and running out of time Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole They all went to heaven in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

World Of Entertainment (W.O.E. Is Me)

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
Well, here's a little something for my people in the house I'm gonna tell you what my crew is all about We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin' songs for the world's men, women and children Armed and equipped with much confidence and this is how we're gonna make our living Some are known for bein' biters non-creative and wack rhyme-writers Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam known to the world as a one-hit band Easy come, easy go, yo you had your turn temporary niggas touchin' up your perm You see a rapper is a kid that brags and acts big A rhymer is a nigga that can handle his biz Yo, A rapper is a kid that's tryin' to be the shit An entertainer ain't tryin' cause he already is [Chorus] Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment where life imitate art and people get famous Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement where lights, camera, action is the language [repeat Chorus] We was rockin a jam the other night J5 was on the mic so the people was hype Yo, we like to rock the party with adrenalin and passion the crowd started screamin 'Action Satisfaction' Numark dropped the beat and the heat from the fire We brought the energy and streetcar named desire We was flippin, they was trippin, how we was old schoolin' needle to the groove, hands in the air movin' and we said to the crowd 'This is the place to be, whether you paid a fee or you got in free' So when you step through the door, the music gets loud Manuever through the crowd to get a better view now [Chorus] To be an MC, you got to be so fresh to have style and finesse way above the rest With the strong delivery, vocal chemistry street poetry in tune with the beat So if you think you got the skills come take a test microphone check if you truly are blessed If you can flow like water and can comprehend you need longevity in this game to win Now if you want to be the best you got to move and motivate Watch the money that you make in the industry stakes Cause some of these people ain't got no class and some of these folks'll make you beat they ass If you can believe then you can achieve get the loot, live the dream, be on top of the scene To keep the people in it, and accumulate fans to be dope in the studio and slam at the jams, so [Chorus] Welcome party people, while we got your attention There's a few things we'd like to mention The name is Jurassic, but they call us J5 we rock bonafide fly rhymes fortified We got 2 DJs controlling the beat and vocal harmonies make it sound so sweet We're the four horsemen, with words to caution expressed and flipped in an orderly fashion With the rhymin', designin' the music on time and the fellas saying 'ho' and the ladies losin' they mind and the breakin', the scratchin', this thing called rappin' the cultivated music that keeps your hands clappin The passion, reaction, the street satisfaction Brothers using no tactics to make it happen the rhythm, the spirit, you love it when you hear it Nowadays when you're samplin' shit, you gotta clear it [Chorus 1.75X] [cut after 'Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement, where..'] [samples: 'lights' - 'camera' - 'action!']

E.M.S.P.

KID ROCK "Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp"
A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers I'm Back. This is the true story about mackin Check it Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here. So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if ya me yawn Just drop that top Come on... Hey hey hey Well well well well Hey hey hey Well well well well And I be catchin' them northern pike Like on a ten pound test Success, never fess, take a guess I be the early mornin' stoned pimp, Straight limpin, Boone's Farm drinkin, At the party big booty pinchin' Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin With the million dollar talent And the ten cent brain, Been gone too long, too much cocaine, But now that I'm back, on the block I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night My game's tight, I wish you might Take a bite Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product Fresh from the harvest Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town Top Dog get down Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch I from the sticks biatch Straight from the RO Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch Ah, yes you are ho So quit frontin' like ya don't know, when I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino What's up? So get a good look bro Get a good gander I'm made in Detroit but my name aint Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest MC of all time Got my mind on the D And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV I be What they call an O-G bitch I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, Early mornin' stoned pimpin I been down, been around, From the bottom to the top Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp Hey hey hey Come on yo. Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all My name is Tino, you know Baby let's get funky, I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71 To the crib of love Gonna get us some, ladies We keep em on a string ah Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin' How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban I'm a natural born hoodlum Not George Raft One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph So groove baby, groove baby call your mama I'm like Charlie Hooker baby I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama Ridin' around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie drama With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine Playin' the radio ya look so fine With the boogie drama With the boogie drama Let's get funky, that's my job Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 Day in and day out Let's get funky Come on everybody With the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama

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