Testo Nolia Clap - UPT
Testo della canzone Nolia Clap (UPT), tratta dall'album Rap a Lot Greatest Hits
One, two, three, four
Bust it
Uh-huh
Remix
Remix, huh (alright)
Wacko, Juvenile, Skip (alright)
Holla back (uh, yeah) (alright)
Where H-town at? (Alright) ATL at? (Alright)
Miami, Lil' Haiti (alright), Lauderdale at? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Alright)
I say that you gon' do they thing, boy, 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 threes (alright)
Every stash spot I got, I stuff it with Gs
Fuck a chain and the whip, that'll fuck up my steeze
I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowing on trees
With two heaters in my lap bumpin' 400 degrees
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 and crack all y'all (alright, 'right)
I ain't never talk sideways, I'll put you on the highway (aright)
Have you sweating in the chicken coop like Smokey off Friday (aright)
Catch you in that 'Nolia have you running down the driveway
Trying to gun you down, spitting at you, Yippee Ki-Yay (baow, baow, baow)
Where the Bay at? (Alright) To L.A. at? (Alright)
Where them tec's, where them nines (aright), where them Ks at? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (West Coast, what's up?) (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (West Side, what's up?) (Alright)
Where N.Y. at? (Alright) N.J. at? (Alright)
Philly, Philly, D.C. (alright), V.A. at? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East Coast, what's up?) (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East Side, what's up?) (Alright)
I'm straight Hollygrove you know that (you know)
But I'm old school, Fischer Project like a throwback (yeah)
Now I told you now you know that (huh?)
You ain't welcome here (uh-uh) (welcome), you ain't see, "I'm gone", on my doormat? (Alright)
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 and lie by that
Right side of that dog doo-doo, you gon' dry like that (alright)
This is payback (payback) (what?)
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 (alright) (look)
If you deaf look (look)
I ain't playing with you (uh-uh)
Gun talk (what?)
Is all I'm gonna say to you (oh)
So, learn to read lips (read)
'Cause UTP trips (trips)
Every time that alc' and them trees mix (alright)
Where the Row at? (Alright) Interscope at? (Alright)
Choppa City, Universal (Alright), Cutthroat at? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Where my pimps, what's up?) (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my players, what's up?) (Alright)
Where U.T.P. at? (Alright) Crime Lab at? (Alright)
Rap-A-Lot, D.T.P. (Alright), Aftermath at? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my soldiers, what's up?) (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (All my gangsters, what's up?) (Alright)
We from the dirty dirty, you heard me, you shoot or get shot (shot)
From where the unemployment line be 'bout as long as your block (block)
I travel all over the states, been in some serious spots (alright) (spots)
Fucking not knowing if niggas want to kill me or not (alright) (not)
All of that bootin' up and stuntin' ain't gonna get you nowhere (uh-uh)
If you not 'bout shootin' up something, man, don't even go there (don't try)
If y'all scared, show y'all scared and put your sets down
We ain't got to wait, look at this beef you can get wet now (uh, uh) (alright)
I gotta holla at Stank, Dookie, Paul, and Survival
OD, my nigga Ducky, Soulja Slim be with Sarada
Now clap for a B.M, clap for a Benz
And if you clap it right, I'ma give you these 20s and tens
Third Coast got money, we got plenty to spend
Quit trippin' on transportation, we got plenty of them (uh-huh)
(Yeah, this is big business right here (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Rap-A-Lot, U.T.P, 2004, put your Us up)
Where the East Coast at? (Alright) West Coast at? (Alright)
Down south at? (Alright) Midwest at? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (East Coast, West Coast) (alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Down South, Midwest) (alright)
Where Zoe Pound at? (Alright) Shadow Boyz at? (Alright)
What's up homie? (Alright) where them toys at? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Alright)
Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? (Alright)
Yep (alright)
Yep (alright)
2004 (alright)
Rap-A-Lot (alright)
U.T.P, holla back (alright)
Huh?
Juvie (alright)
Jay (alright)
(Alright, alright)
I got y'all (alright)
(A-A-Alright)
I got y'all (alright)
Credits
Writer(s): Teruis Gray, Don Robertson, Damon Grimson, Shaldon Arrington
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