Clap Your Hands Lyrics by L.l. Cool J

Clap Your Hands Lyrics

    [ll cool j]
    Yeah..
    Yeah i like that guitar man, yeah
    Yo e-love i like the way you flipped that guitar man
    Knahmsayin? it was a good idea man, knahmsayin? yeah
    It's kinda like freakin me, yaknahmsayin?
    I wanna get hype man, i wanna do this, yaknahmsayin?
    Just gon' chill, check it out

    Slick as vasoline, smell good as cologne
    I'm like a muscle man in jail -- they leave me alone
    I rhyme like superman, you rap like jimmy olson
    I break you like a bottle of green golden molson
    You ain't a real rhymer, you look like a actress
    How you gon' sleep on me holmes, do i look like a mattress?
    Am i that old, do i walk like grady?
    I'ma hundred-fifty proof, smirnoff is only 80
    Don't you ever try to rock my house
    I'm a real cool cat, know what i'm sayin mickey mouse?
    The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this
    Now think about it -- can you really come close to this?
    You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler
    Ugly as work shoes, messin with the ruler:
    The ultimate writer reciter and def entertainer
    I work myself harder than a boxer's trainer

    Chorus: ll cool j

    Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
    And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
    Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
    And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
    I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
    And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
    Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
    And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)

    [ll cool j]
    You end up, underneath my sneaker
    You're dog doo-doo, i'm watchin you get weaker
    You can't believe, the skill and dexterity
    Ll cool j, and the j is for jeremy
    So buff me, james todd the earthquaker
    That's right my brother, you're goin out like sega
    {*censored*} chewed, so whassup dude?
    One of my battles'll get your girlies in the mood
    Sucker mc's really make me sick
    I'm so bad, i can suck my own {dick}
    If you go to your girl's house and i'm there already
    Don't go crazy cause my name ain't eddie
    Rhymes so rough, it's like a course in trigonometry
    When einstein was talkin, he was talkin bout me
    The prince of the earth, and i'ma give birth
    To a rhyme so hard you look soft as a smurf
    Gigglin and wigglin, so how we goin out?
    Lovely, and that's without a doubt!

    Chorus 3/4x

    [ll cool j]
    Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor
    When i'm through, you'll need a nurse to take your temperature
    And cool you down, cause you're cold as leftovers
    Not the ones on the table, i'm talkin about ruff rovers
    You can't get over -- what's my name, goofy?
    You smoke i'm no joke, so my brother break out the looseys
    And take a pull, cause the buck stops here
    I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and dissapear
    Don't cross me, or lose your loyalty
    To the prince of the rap court, i'm royalty
    And it ain't no puzzle, it's a shame how rappers guzzle
    Paragraphs i put together so i carry a muzzle
    To shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet
    I'm a one man riot, so don't even try it
    The prince of special tactics, plus i'm athletic
    Before you play your hand you better do some calisthetics
    Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whole nine
    Speak your piece, then i'ma go for mine
    And i guarantee you, i'm gonna strike again
    I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in
    Cop out to one rhyme cause you're facin ten
    I ain't sidney poitier but we can 'do this again'
    I'm nice wit mines, and i gotta admit it
    You don't really wanna battle, why don'tcha just forget it!

    Chorus 1/2

    [ll cool j]
    But if you're hard headed and you still don't understand
    Here's a little sample -- ehm ehm, my man

    *brrrrrrring* "hello?"
    {*cut n scratch "cool j"*}
    ".. takes everything you've got" -> cheers (theme song)
    {*cut n scratch "pushin a broom"*}
    ".. sure would help a lot" -> cheers (theme song)

    [ll cool j]
    Check my stats, how we livin, i thought so
    I'm fresh, oh yes, but can they flow, hell no
    My rhymes are up to date, excellent, on point
    I'm tellin you, they're the serious joint
    I eat my steak fast, i drink my brew slow
    My voice is milky with a nice clear flow
    I eat like a fat man, and walk like a gigolo
    I'm not a ballplayer, so now y'know!

    Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
    And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
    Cause i rock the house, everybody (aiyyo)
    And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)

    Knowhati'msayin? and i'ma be straight til the year 3000
    That's word to mother, knahmsayin?
    And i say mother with a v cause the v is for victory yaknahmsayin?
    Cause i'm the victor in this game, word up
    Knahmsayin? that's what time it is, peace

    {*crew applause*}

    That man, he sure is funky funky funky
    Funky! funky, he sho' is!
    You best believe he's funky!
    You didn't know??? funky!

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