Soul Clap

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    [Verse 1]
    I'ma drink til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday
    I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass
    That's one more chance, Dick Frank White aint dead
    Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light
    aint red
    matter fact just wanna leave cuz the fights is on
    I'ma still be here when the lights is on
    Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth
    wit a Corona in my left hand
    you try to front I'll coma your best man
    I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on
    my sleeve
    then I switch it to the trey-duce
    in my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose
    It's like thugs aint partyin, I smoke 20 dimes
    I seen 20 dimes I love they body and
    P tryin to score for the night
    and to tell you the truth, my shit blown if we war for
    the night

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    We gon' drink til we drunk, dance til we drop
    and aint nobody leavin til the music stop
    Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks]
    Can I get a Soul Clap [gun clicks]

    [Verse 2]
    Ayo shit is still gravy though
    I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for
    the radio
    P at the club, niggas scared to let they lady go
    Foot Locker 4 for 20's
    Coulda had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my
    money
    Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey
    I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel
    comfortable
    Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw
    All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier
    I'm trying to talk to a dime
    Motherfucker, but I still take my time
    cocksucker, to rob y'all niggas for y'all Cardiers
    I got a flow that you hardly hear
    and a gun wit a silencer, why cuz they hardly hear
    I got honies flockin around, smoke in the air
    wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley there

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    [Verse 3]
    I'm the gentleman to hold the door
    I'm the gangsta that's lettin off the three while
    loadin the four
    rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul
    honey askin how many blunts I have to roll
    I'ma smoke til I'm high, drink til I'm drunk
    I'm on my tour, shit and I aint get a wink in a month
    My favorite color is green
    but I'm stacked for the moment so I'ma pick pink for
    the month
    If you could take a hint, then after this party
    if you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints
    Got the fifty Cal, so hold that
    Tell 'em roll back
    I show niggas the real meaning of Soul Clap

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    Información de la canción

    Composición: Charles Jay, Robert Bell (Us 2), Ronald Bell, George Brown, Dennis Thomas, Mickens Robert, Omar Tureaf West, David Stiles y Dj Shok

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