Lyrics Klap Ya Handz - Das EFX
Well
uhh,????
is
macaroni
and
cheese
Before
I
start,
I
gots
ta
umm
fart,
no
I
gots
ta
uhh
sneeze
Not,
I
gotcha
trippin,
yippity-doo-da-day
Shucks,
I′m
makin
bucks
so
umm
hip-hip-hooray
and
then
some
Cos
I'm
a
powsy
wowsy
ace
boom
coon
So
shout
"wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!"
Drayx
up
for
sure
dang,
now
that
I′m
flexed
My
a-efx'll
quote,
when
the
bridge
fell
down
And
i'ma
good
ship
with
the
lollipop
Left
town
so
yiggity-yack,
you
booga-loo
black
Oki
doki,
oopsy
daisy,
cos
I′m
krayzie
like
that
But
it′s
the
cat
got
snuffed,
or
mr.red
and
his
crew
So
roll
a
spliff
and
rub-a-dub
and
then
ya
make
beef
stew
Troop,
I
got
the
hoolahoop,
baby
woop,
dooby-doo
Lassie
boy,
you
made
a
mess,
now
go
and
get
the
pooper
scoop
Oops,
I
wibble-wobble-wobble-wee
while
I
make
But
hocus-pocus
and
yippy-yi-yo,
yay
for
dray
and...
"Klap
your
hands
now"
(x3)
Bon
voyage,
look
out
below
cos
umm
I
got
my
socks
on,
the
popcorn,
the
hubba
bubba,
yep
gum
Skippity
bum,
you
think
I
don't
know
the
time
Well
it′s
half-past
a
cow's
ass
and
I′m
a
real
bad
ass
Yeah,
shitty-bang-boom-bang,
yo
who
rang?
Abra-cadabra,
jimminy
crickets,
set
the
wrists
to
my
slang
I
got
the
knights
all
sniffin,
sneezing,
yes
Stuffy-head,
called
for????
and
fever,
sow
you
to
rest
Tight
rhymes,????
catch
the
fever
for
the
flavor
of
a
spliff
Or
a
uzi,
be
careful
who
you
choose,
could
choose
a
marvin,
choose
a
ship
Lickity
split,
cos
flippity-lips
can
sink
ships
And
yo,
a
sandwich
isn't
a
snadwich
without
the
miracle
whip
In
the
morning,
yawning
as
I
stand
for
group
check
To
back
up,
I
slap
up,
r-r-rut
put
you′re
boo
deck
Yep,
so
what
the
heck,
you
gives
rhymes
like
a
cheque
Because
the
a
is
for
apple,
the
j
is
for
'ja
back
to
book
bets'
And
then
s-k-double
o-be
on
*?
mansel?
*
So
if
ya
happy
and
ya
know
it,
klap
your
hands
Well
uhh,
woopty
doody,
abba
doozy,
it′s
time
I′m
on
the
yabber
dabber,
scribber
scrabber,
shimmy
sham
flam
So,
heavens-to-betsy,
golly
wolly,
gee
whiz
My
lickity
split
got
splat,
the
diddly
squat
was
hot
Oh
yeah,
dapper
doodly
do,
you
don't
know
mr.
magoo?
You
heard
I′m
loco,
well
yo,
I'm
despicable
too
So
umm,
hi
ho
silver
and
away
we
go
The
lone
ranger
got
pissed
and
shot
tonto
in
his
toes,
so
Holy
toledo,
cowabunga,
what
gives
I
heard
you
shot
my
borough
til
*?
blow
at
twins?
*
The
name
farmer′s
up
in
me,
need
no
give
me
no
more
Cos
that
soul
lock
ya
stands,
I
can't
stands
no
more
So
zippity
doo,
da
day,
woops
I
gots
stuff
See
I′m
sneaky
freaky
peaky
plus
I'm
chock
full
of
nuts
But
yo
I
am
enjoyed
for
the
clamp
in
his
chest
So
hey,
how
much
wood
could
a
woodchuck
chuck?
If
a
woodchuck
could
chuck,
fuck
you
know
the
rest
So
seizin
it,
seizin
it,
seizin
it
I
shall
Cos
it's
the
krayzie
drayzie
wit
the
books,
that′s
my
pal
and...
A
diggity-cap,
my
slipp′ry
style
is????????
I
got
the
mics,
the
back
pop,
crackle
and
snap
And
all
that,
me
and
a
gang
of
ping
ping
bang
zoomer
To
freak
ya
outcha
sneakers
and
knock
your
granny
outta
roomers
Yo
some
say
I'm
brooklyn
bomber,
some
say
brooklyn
boop
But
don′t
consider
me
as
no
follower,
no
runner
or
no
poop
But
just
rock,
a
by,
rock,
a
by
booboo
Let
your
fingers
do
the
walkin,
hey
I'm
talkin,
yoohoo
Can
ya,
can
ya
hear
me?
checka,
checka
1-2
Aiyo,
sit
booboo
sit,
shit
cos
I′m
the
one
who
Kick
a
rhyme
in
singular,
so
son,
you're
used
to
it
Cos
poof
the
magic
dragon,
I′ll
kick
a
rhyme
in
duplicate
Or
triplicate,
can't
forget
my
boogaloo
big
jaw
Umm,
listen
everyone
as
I
kick
the
jigsaw
M-i-crooked
letter,
crooked
letter,
i
Crooked
letter,
crooked
letter,
I
hump
back
Hump
back,
i,
you
can't
touch
i
Cos
i′s
gots
dem
and
dem
is
bound
to
make
ya...
1 Mic Checka
2 Jussummen
3 They Want EFX
4 Looseys
5 Dums Dums
6 East Coast
7 If Only
8 Brooklyn to T-Neck
9 Klap Ya Handz
10 Straight Out the Sewer
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