Clap Your Hands Songtext
von Rah Digga

Yo, yo, yo-yo-yo
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name
What was it like tryna get up in the game?
Dirty Harry is the name, saying anything goes
Actin′ like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes
Like to run around splurging, deep in 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
Seeing people on my left, seeing people on my right
Every now and then 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 lamp
Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six
And another set of cats, double that in the bricks
Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks
Some will give your ass a duffy just for tryna take flicks
Now tell everybody what be going through your brain
Celeb chick up in the rap game
Smoke a bogie in the store, getting tipsy on a plane
Take a whole wad of money, fuck around and ride the train
Say my voice too manly, can't understand me

No album out, super bitch won a Grammy

All the ladies in the place clap your hands (Yo, yo)
All the fellas in the house clap your hands (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody (Everybody), everybody (Everybody)
Say c′mon (Everybody), c′mon (Bounce)
Everybody (Everybody), everybody (Everybody)
Say c'mon (Everybody), c′mon (Bounce)

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 Timbs
If his stash been tapped, it was probably one his men's
Some like to shoot dice, fuck around, lose friends
Some′ll blow your brains out just to get you for your rims
Now tell everybody 'bout bitches 'round the way

Who like to hustle new scams every day
Type of chicks hit first, even let their kids curse
Get a check every month, day job as a nurse
Some mumble out their crib playing scratch card numbers


Some′ll get slick and vic their own man running
Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash
On with the swerve, don′t be spending no cash
Drinking all type of goodies, sending heads on the run
Every time I pass an 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 gundas
Puffin′ J 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 in a Digga verse
Say intellect, punchlines, kill 'em all one time
Voice still crazy even when I kick my fun rhymes
Digga supreme, clientele like Ghostface′s
Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases

All the ladies in the place clap your hands (Yo, yo)
All the fellas in the house clap your hands (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody (Everybody), everybody (Everybody)
Say c'mon (Everybody), c′mon (Bounce)
Everybody (Everybody), everybody (Everybody)
Say c'mon (Everybody), c'mon (Bounce)
Everybody (Everybody), everybody (Everybody)
Say c′mon (Everybody), c′mon (Bounce)
Everybody (Everybody), everybody (Everybody)
Say c'mon (Everybody), c′mon (Bounce)