- Ja Rule Clap Back 歌詞
- Ja Rule
- Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta *************z is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
Its real!! Hussein whats happnin *************?
I see you, aight Shadow whats poppin BLAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my ************* O-1 in the mother******g house
Jody in the house （Jody Mack!）
My ******* ****** Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
Blackchild what up!?!
Id like to welcome all my *************z
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens *************z in Staten Island
*************z in Uptown, *************z in Brooklyn *************z
All my Bronx *********** **z yeah, all my Jersey *************z! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money ********** ***z
This *************t commentated on the ones and twos!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real ** ***********t we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta *************z a real question （holla back）
What do you do - when *************z spit at you?!
Clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war * ************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z）
************* if they hollin about Rule *************, heres the real
Ill pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em Im nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like duece man, Im ol G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They dont respect that, dont get your minds around
Youll get it pushed back, yall dont want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin my ******* bouncin fa sho
In Da Club with no gun, got em taking it off
Cant help that, Im the ************* that puts it down
Once I hit that, thats if Im up in the May （bach）
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Lets make no mistakes, resents take place
Well still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, lets ******* back * ************ ample space!
（Cmon!） We gon
Clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（ Lets take em to war *************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
The Rule be In Da Club rude mother******* poppin the bubbly
When ************* t get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your *******
Thats is known for quick *************t, trying to ride my *************
I cant handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass infront of my ************* to dance , the ************* want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but Im a giant
These *************z is mere ants, Ill stomp em wit his thang
Give ******* the back hand, pimp *************t, its not realistic
The game is helpless , lets not get it twisted
Im young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
Im here to make this rap ********* ****t hotter than Harlem
************* the Dog beware of Rule, cause Im the problem
Well still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, lets ******* back ************* ample space!
Clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back , we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back,we gon clap back
Like Bush and Saddam, Im a find out
Where Em Ladens hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up
Id rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out ************* the law!
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But yall got the freakiest ******* out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these ****** sta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon meet the mistress
And Clap that boy like Birdman and Clipse
I got these *********** **z all over my *************, like hoes
Im the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
Well still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, lets ******* back ************* ample space!
（Cmon!） We gon
Clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z）
We gon clap back , we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
（Lets take em to war *************z!）
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
We gon clap back, we gon clap back
Yeah, my ************* Zino in this mother*******
Thats how we do it, know what I mean
Buck ************* whats up baby, I see you
Break em down *********** **! break em down!
Bring them birds, in the mother******g house
Its not a game no mo
Queens in this mother*******
You know
All my Jersey *************z, all my Boston *************z
All my Brooklyn *** **********z, Brooklyn sir what up!
Haha, yeah, holla at me man
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