Clap your hands to the beat, just clap hands to the beat clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat Uh huh and you stop, uh-huh and you don't stop Uh huh and you stop, uh-huh and you don't stop
We in this great lakes state eatin' steaks n It's kinds hard to miss the crew we all got limps We come equipped with new and stetsons The super bags and the white trash connection No flexin', huh, what I mean You can feel us fool, we don't to be seen all about the green, not the drugs we be takin' That shits free with an lp in circulation, and we be time Got them all state, all county, all hood It's all times, thank the lord For dumb fuckin' people and credit fraud Were tearin' up your lawn, we got of lincolns Step into your and have your whole house stinkin' Don't blink and think were soft your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts We get mad props, wreck all stops on crews they get confused and lose, that's what we do Styles tem pioneers Leavin' suckers in awe you get for lookin' queer Can you me or am I talkin to the wall That's top dog callin' out each and everyone of You get balls you and talk that shit But top dogs camp ain't to fuck with And don't say we warn ya I got this detroit thing with more than california Drunk dj cognac dips me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limp I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the And I through tracks like a shark in the sea A we bit shy but I by me And I'm a mean motherfucker I have to be Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on Strategically in case somebody feels bold, I told You ho's you can't fuck these 'cause I more papers then trees See we believe in brotherhood forever is You fuckin' with top dog your fuckin' with No I ain't ya, got all that I can do to hear Anytime you see me you should clear You see me in my lincoln, in the clubs Who you gonna bitch, what the fuck you thinkin' You can check me but that shit slide You can get your life took tryin' to take my You ride with man that shit ain't big I roll with dogs that'll your wig And got gigs all money, detroit to Cellular receivers and beepers is what sportin' Your nothin' of importance, I don't you Yeah the drinks on me but the on you I'm all about the everyday at all See I'm not doin much I'm just havin' a ball I'm in bed by four I'm up by I sit around, I might write me a tune I go fishin' and again I might not I get me a 40 or pour me some scotch The watch on my wrist that don't even A lot of pissed people appointments that I've missed I everybody and their mom for spite 'cause everybody's but nobody ever bites talkin' loud, sayin' nothin' Get you dad, get your Go and get your boy he's as big as a house Now take your pussy ass click and get the out I'm the estranged, deranged, got domains states I live in hotels with them hourly rates I do big 8 times a day The crew be livin' large at the bay Got a way with the and now I'm lookin' to scramble Ain't about to ass out on a no good I could anything but I ain't down for broke So before somebody slides somebody's choked I'm a no good freak, I tweak skin like I lose a little love with day that passes Ain't a masochistic, rock, statistics, vocabulary I'm a shy simplitic And get this, people say I changed I'm the same mother fucker the same old name A little extra and extra cash see You could fuck me but put it past me You wanna me and got no reason I can lay up in the caymans for 4 straight I a pnk, I refuse to be I live for what is not used to be all up in the past that's ass Hear I say I'm all today and I'm a die that way... bitch