paroles de chanson Clap! - Soulive
Clap
your
hands
It
just
ain't
real
without
Roots
crew
in
it
And
if
you
feeling
Soulive,
keep
doing
it
(And
to
whoever
in
front)
You
know
what
you
can
get
Y'all
phobic
off
of
this
like
we
was
arachnids
Drastic,
it
ain't
plastic
it's
pro-blackness
Type
of
cat
to
pull
a
arsenal
out
the
mattress
Blasts
on
em
sipping
cognac
out
the
cactus
Beating
backwards
tell
them
killer
pediatrics
It's
Willy
Gank
hillbilly
bank,
we
miraculous
move
I'm
in
it
to
win
it
yo,
I
can't
just
lose
The
women
so
anxious
to
choose
My
soul
so
live
from
the
crown
to
the
shoes
I
keep
it
South
Philly
with
the
downtown
groove
I
cool
out
spitting
some
joints
that
sound
smooth
I
even
throwing
tomahawks
and
laying
down
crews
My
think
tight
son
i
crack
necks
like
Bruce
I
don't
shoot
hoops
I
shoot
dumb
dudes
I
might
got
a
hoop
imma
make
you
jump
through
Just
recognize
truth
so
when
we
come
through
Clap
your
hands
Come
on,
clap
your
hands
Come
on,
clap
to
the
music
It
just
ain't
real
without
Roots
crew
in
it
And
if
you
feeling
Soulive,
keep
doing
it
(And
to
whoever
in
front)
You
know
what
you
can
get,
uh!
Yo,
hey
yo
country's
at
war
Little
kids
cry,
rape,
god
damn
it
The
ghetto
is
the
planet
of
the
apes
Massive
meltdown
send
in
the
red
tape
With
the
cinder
block
shoes
at
the
bottom
of
the
lake
I'm
from
the
city
of
sin
the
state
of
the
art
Using
no
book
and
no
pen
for
making
the
mark
A
rap
clubber
lane
hit
em
with
the
gutter
slang
I
know
you're
insane,
we
another
thang
The
track
bang
We
put
it
to
y'all
chumps
you
so
corny
My
name,
Black
Thought
the
one
person
army
All
the
intellectuals
and
the
thugs
adore
me
My
lyrical
range,
from
complex
to
strange
Wrecking
your
brain
when
the
rhyme
texture
change
Hip
hop
fiends
tapping
they
arm
and
catch
a
vein
Emcees
scared
to
death,
wishing
i
never
came
Clap
your
hands
Come
on,
clap
your
hands
Come
on,
clap
everybody
Come
on,
clap
to
the
music
It
just
ain't
real
without
Roots
crew
in
it
And
if
you
feeling
Soulive,
keep
doing
it
(And
to
whoever
in
front)
You
know
what
you
can
get,
uh!
Everybody
on
they
jawn
Cartoons
and
soft
porn
It
ain't
no
after
school
paper
routes
mowing
lawns
Kids
got
backpacks
full
of
yayo
and
heron
Coming
into
school
shooting
up
the
auditorium
It's
Psycho
Killers
week
on
Court
TV
The
least
of
y'all
worries
should
be
Thought's
CD
The
Chairman
of
the
Board
copping
snorts
weekly
They
done
caught
the
minister
with
a
pork
BLT
My
shit
ain't
hot
Yo
they
probably
drop
me,
psych!
Something
i
can
never
let
myself
see,
can't
see
I'm
thoroughbred
nothing
fancy
Remain
calm
no
matter
what
the
circumstance
be
It's
the
principle
pillowcase
full
of
nickels
That
will
smack,
like
a
man
kick
you
Leave
em
crippled
Keep
talking
breezy
imma
big
lip
you
Yo
homeboy
ya
get
slid
with
you
Clap
your
hands
Come
on,
clap
your
hands
Come
on,
clap
everybody
Come
on,
clap
to
the
music
It
just
ain't
real
without
Roots
crew
in
it
And
if
you
feeling
Soulive,
keep
doing
it
(And
to
whoever
in
front)
You
know
what
you
can
get,
uh!
Every
time
I
turn
around
They
tryna
take
my
breath
away
On
some
shit
like
that...
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1 Tuesday Night's Squad
2 Flurries
3 Liquid
4 Joyful Girl
5 Kalen
6 Clap!
7 Interlude
8 Ne-Ne
9 I Don't Know
10 Whatever It Is
11 Alkime
12 E.D. Hambone
13 Bridge To Bama
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