Nolia Clap (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] 1, 2, 3, 4, bust it [Wacko] Uh-huh Remix Remix Wacko, Juvenile, Skip! Holla back [Chorus: Wacko] Where H-town at? ATL at? Miami, Lil Haiti, Lauderdale at? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? [Verse 1: Wacko] I say the U gon' do they thing woadie please believe If not, we'll make it hard for you bitches to breathe One thing about it ghost, keeps stuff up a sleeve Juve and Skip attack the boards, while I plug 'em with 3's Every stash spot I got, I stuff it with G's Fuck a chain & the whip, that'll fuck up my steez I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowing on trees With two heaters in my lap bumping 400 Degreez Man, fuck Juvenile! Nah, nigga that's my dog Say that shit again, I'll wack all y'all Get on some mob shit, smack all y'all Probably get on that rob shit & crack all y'all I ain't never talk sideways, I'll put you on the highway Have you sweating in the chicken coop like Smokey off Friday Catch you in that 'Nolia have you running down the driveway Trying to gun you down, spitting at you, Yippee Ki-Yay [Chorus: Wacko] Where the Bay at? To L.A. at? Where them tec's, where them 9's, where them K's at? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (West Coast, what's up?) Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (West side, what's up?) Where N.Y. at? N.J. at? Philly Philly, D.C., V.A. at? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East Coast, what's up?) Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East side, what's up?) [Verse 2: Skip] I'm straight Hollygrove you know that (You know!) But I'm old school, Fischer Project like a throwback Now I told you now you know that (Huh?) You ain't welcome here, you ain't see "I'm Gone" on my doormat? So stupid why (Why?) You ain't abide by that If I catch you on my porch (My porch?) You gon' die by that (Right there!) Right there, by them leaves, go & lie by that Right side of that dog doodoo, you gon' dry like that This is payback (Payback) For anyone whoever said that Look, I'm safe with this vest, gon' get his head packed Or get his face slashed (Slashed) Or his neck jooked (Jooked!) Look in my face (Look!) This how death look (Look!) If you deaf look (Look) I ain't playing witcha (Uh uh) Gun talk (What?) Is all I'm gonna say to you So learn to read lips (Read!) 'Cause UTP trips (Trips!) Every time that alc' and them trees mix [Chorus: Wacko] Where the Row at? Interscope at? Choppa City, Universal, Cutthroat at? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Where my pimps, what's up?) Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my players, what's up?) Where U.T.P. at? Crime Lab at? Rap-A-Lot, D.T.P., Aftermath at? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my soldiers what's up?) Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my gangsters, what's up?) [Verse 3: Juvenile] We from the dirty dirty, you heard me, you shoot or get shot From where the unemployment line be 'bout as long as your block I travel all over the states, been in some serious spots Fucking not knowing if niggas want to kill me or not All of that bootin' up & stuntin' ain't gonna get you nowhere If you not 'bout shootin' up something, man, don't even go there If y'all scared show y'all scared & put your sets down We ain't got to wait, look at this beef you can get wet now I gotta holla at Stank, Dookie, Paul, & Survival OD, my nigga Ducky, Soulja Slim be with Sarada Now clap for a B.M Clap for a Benz & if you clap it right I'ma give you these 20's & 10's 3rd Coast got money, we got plenty to spend Quit trippin' on transportation, we got plenty of them (Yeah, this is big business right chea. Rap-A-Lot, U.T.P, 2004, put your U's up) [Chorus: Wacko] Where the East Coast at? West Coast at? Down south at? Midwest at? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East Coast, West Coast) Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Down south, midwest) Where Zoe Pound at? Shadow Boyz at? What's up homie, where them toys at? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? [Outro: Wacko] Yep Yep 2004 Rap-A-Lot U.T.P Holla back Huh? Juvie, Jay I got y'all I got y'all