Clap Your Hands To The Beat,

Just Clap Your Hands To The Beat

C'mon Clap Your Hands To The Beat,

I Said Clap Your Hands To The Beat

Uh Huh And You Don't Stop, Uh-huh

And You Don't Stop

Uh Huh And You Don't Stop, Uh-huh

And You Don't Stop

We In This Great Lakes State Eatin'

Steaks N Shrimp

It's Kinda Hard To Miss The Crew

Cause' We All Got Limps

We Come Equipped With New Kicks And Stetsons

The Super Saggy Bags And The White Trash Connection

No Flexin', Huh, Know What I Mean

You Can Feel Us Fool, We Don't Need To Be Seen

It's All About The Green, Not The Drugs We Be Takin'

That Shits Free With An LP In Circulation,

And We Be Wastin' Time

Got Them All State, All County, All Hood Rhymes

It's All Good Times, Thank The Lord

For Dumb Fuckin' People And Credit Card Fraud

We're Tearin' Up Your Lawn, We Got Herds Of Lincolns

Step Into Your Crib And Have Your Whole House Stinkin'

Don't Blink Abd Don't Think We're Soft

Hide Your Money And Your Gold And

Don't Express Your Thoughts

We Get Mad Props, Wreck All Shops

Puttin' Stops On Crews They Get

Confused And Lose, That's What We Do

Styles Stem From Pioneers

Leavin' Suckers In Awe And You Get

Jawed For Lookin Queer

Can You Hear Me Or Am I Talkin' To The Wall

That's Top Dog Callin' Out Each And Every One Of Y'all

You Get Balls You Come And Talk That Shit

But Top Dogs Camp Ain't Nothin' To Fuck With

And Don't Say We Didn't Warn Ya

I Got This Detroit Thing With More Love That California

Drunk Dj Smokin' Cognac Dips

Call Me The Sidekick Thug Boy Kid With The Limp

I Rip Through Rhymes Like A Bullet In The Breeze

And I Float Through Tracks Like A Shark In The Sea

A Wee Bit Shy But I Comply By Me

And I'm A Mean Motherfucker When I Have To Be

Got Young G's With Sleeves And Thieves On Hold

Strategically Placed In Case Somebody Feels Bold, I