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Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera R > Versuri Rah Digga > Dirty Harriet - Clap Your Hands Bonus TrackYo Yo Yo Yo  
 Everybody  
 Everybody  
 Everybody  
  
 Now tell everybody how you came up with your name  
 What was it like try'na get up in the game  
 Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes  
 Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes  
 Like you run around splurging  deepen the excursion  
 TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version  
 Now tell everybody what be going through your mind  
 Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme  
 Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right  
 Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic  
 Make sure they got water stay steady with the light  
 And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight  
 Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp  
 How we be rolling, when we work and we lam  
 Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six  
 And another set of caps double that in the Bricks  
 Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks  
 Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks  
 Now tell everybody what be going through your brains  
 Celeb chick up in the rap game  
 Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane  
 Take a whole lot of money  
 Fuck around and ride the train  
 Say my voice too maley, can't understand me  
 No album out superbitch won a Grammy  
  
  
 Chorus:  
 All the ladies in the place clap your hands  
 All the fellas in the house clap your hands  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)  
  
  
 Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block  
 In New Jerus where the crime don't stop  
 See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's  
 If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins  
 Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends  
 Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims  
 Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way  
 Who like to hustle  
 Lose scams everyday  
 Type of chicks hit first  
 Even let they kids curse  
 Get a check every month  
 Day job as a nurse  
 I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers  
 So I'ma get slick  
 Evict they own man running  
 Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash  
 Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash  
 Drinking all type of goodies  
 Sending heads on a run  
 Everytime I pass a L  
 Here comes another one  
 Now bitch got the munchies  
 Making heads front me  
 Dipping in the dro  
 Niggas fuck around and jump me  
 Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock  
 Now where we headed when the block get hot  
 Now we speeding on the Ave.  
 Puffing on lots of gandas  
 Pumping Jay shit  
 Somebody got Nastradamus  
 Kicking one-liners  
 Car full of rhymers  
 Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us  
 Now tell everybody where you heard it all first  
 Type of shit going into Digga verse  
 Say intellect punch lines  
 Kill 'em all one time  
 Voice still crazy  
 Even when I kick my fun rhymes  
 Digga supreme  
 Clientele like ghost faces  
 Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases  
  
  
 Chorus:  
 All the ladies in the place clap your hands  
 All the fellas in the house clap your hands  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Everybody (Everybody)  
 Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy
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