Boom Boom Clap

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, this is for gangsters only The dance floor's packed and them thangs is on me These cats wanna hate cause they dames is on me We strapped in the club, so it's dangerous, homie (Boom boom clap, clap, boom clap) [Verse 1] This is Dodger Music, this the new blue hat This the bulletproof coupe with the moon roof back With the deuce deuce strap, this is new school crack (Boom boom clap, clap, boom clap) Make way for young boss, dude move back Cause dude pack enough heat to remove two Shaqs Keep his quarters and Jimmy Choo shoes, now who's back Dynasty for life, y'all know what's good Middle finger's how we throw up our hood Bone crushers ready, eating wimps for dinner Them bullets is blood suckers like a ten percenter Man, Crooked bomb first boy, please do not this Nine years later, I'm still on some Pac ish Got my own label, let's pop Cris' I'm feeling like Dre at the Vibe Awards, can't nobody stop this [Hook] Yeah, I'm two stepping with your freak, yo We in the club twenty deep, yo Everybody on the streets know Beef with us homie my heat go (Boom boom clap, clap boom clap) [Interlude] Yeah, pay your rent girl Drop down to the ground, pay your rent girl Do the freak to the beat, pay your rent girl Lap dance that man, pay your rent girl [Verse 2] Yeah, Long Beach got nothing to hide East side, 5-6-2, I say it with pride Chicks see the C-N-S and they get inside I use my cars to get broads, I pimp my ride Nigga, black Mercedes packed with ladies Half they crazy asses is asking to have my baby Rappers lately acting shady, have me clap three eighties You backwards cats amaze me Nope, I don't feel you fags Money in the safe but I gotta fill new bags I don't feel too bad, got beef? Holla I'll put money on your head like a dollar bill doo-rag [Hook] [Intro] [Verse 3] Yeah, I don't need no ex, still getting more sex Hit it, then I let the Horseshoe Gang go next Still sipping Moet, still hitting your ex Still got diamonds in that Bill Clinton Rolex How you living? Is that really your crib? I got rich, never sat on Rap City with Tig Actually, you dig, I'll mac milli your wig I'm black William Bonnie, that's Billy the Kid I keep clips like them Virginia boys First you get money man, then you score I'm waiting for a bad chick to walk in the door With a body like Kenya Moore, I get in ya more [Hook]