Rah Digga - Clap Your Hands (Bonus Track)

Yo Yo Yo Yo 
Everybody 
Everybody 
Everybody 

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name 
What was it like try`na get up in the game 
Dirty Harriet`s the name saying anything goes 
Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes 
Like you run around splurging  deepen 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 
Seein` people on my left, seein` people on my right 
Every now and them 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 lam 
Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six 
And another set of caps double that in the Bricks 
Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks 
Some`ll give your ass a Duffy just for try`na take flicks 
Now tell everybody what be going through your brains 
Celeb chick up in the rap game 
Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane 
Take a whole lot of money 
Fuck around and ride the train 
Say my voice too maley, can`t understand me 
No album out superbitch won a Grammy 


Chorus: 
All the ladies in the place clap your hands 
All the fellas in the house clap your hands 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Say `Come on, bounce, come on, bounce` (Everybo-dy) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Say `Come on, bounce, come on, bounce` (Everybo-dy) 


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 Tim`s 
If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins 
Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends 
Some`ll blow your brains out get you for your rims 
Now tell everybody bout bitches `round the way 
Who like to hustle 
Lose scams everyday 
Type of chicks hit first 
Even let they kids curse 
Get a check every month 
Day job as a nurse 
I`m bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers 
So I`ma get slick 
Evict they own man running 
Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash 
Or with the swerve don`t be spending no cash 
Drinking all type of goodies 
Sending heads on a run 
Everytime I pass a 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 gandas 
Pumping Jay 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 into Digga verse 
Say intellect punch lines 
Kill `em all one time 
Voice still crazy 
Even when I kick my fun rhymes 
Digga supreme 
Clientele like ghost faces 
Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases 


Chorus: 
All the ladies in the place clap your hands 
All the fellas in the house clap your hands 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Say `Come on, bounce, come on, bounce` (Everybo-dy) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Say `Come on, bounce, come on, bounce` (Everybo-dy) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Say `Come on, bounce, come on, bounce` (Everybo-dy) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Everybody (Everybody) 
Say `Come on, bounce, come on, bounce` (Everybo-dy)