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Group 1 Crew Clap Ya Hands

, pa, pa, clap, clap ya hands Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, clap, clap ya hands Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, clap, clap ya hands Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, now throw ya, now throw ya hands

nothin in commin, The nasty been with gasoline cans (? ? ), We never bow down to be a flashin a pig (? ? ), No one must, fuck this statue dawg, Nothin to do with hands when I clap

but con men. the nasty been with gasoline cans (??), we never bow down to be a flashin a pen (??), no one must, fuck this statue dawg, nothin to do with hands when I clap

get a hand clap? Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped? On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ?? clap

' up 64 victims a minute Twistin' ya minute Balistic off the most viscious hylosingenics invented I drop a line Rock a rhyme Shock ya mind Cock a nine Stop ya time Rob ya

con men. the nasty been with gasoline cans (??), we never bow down to be a flashin a pen (??), no one must, fuck this statue dawg, nothin to do with hands when I clap

con men. the nasty been with gasoline cans (??), we never bow down to be a flashin a pen (??), no one must, fuck this statue dawg, nothin to do with hands when I clap

get a hand clap? Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped? On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??? clap

get a hand clap? Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped? On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??? clap