LyricsClap Your Hands

A Tribe Called Quest

Last update on: July 25, 2017
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(Chorus) (*scratching* - "Clap your hands now") (Phife) Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke Control the mic like Denzel on the girls Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD Can't forget the De La, due to originality And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party Kick the rhymes and more rhymes Kick the beats and more beats We'll have you scratchin in your head, like Shaheed on Technics For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands (Chorus) (Q-Tip) You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance... Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you So listen The Abstract intuition is very very worthy I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps The women, the lingo and all the other goods Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner Hook up the beats at the funk manner If want a roll, then dough I be rakin The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin You know I'm gonna do it My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid Chemists get confused of my ill composition This is the third of the new Tribe addition MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin So shut your bloodclot and listen Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S. Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse Come here love, hot sex on a plat And when your done with that then clap (Chorus) - repeat until end

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