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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 sh*ts 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 f***in' 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 and



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 sh*t



But Top Dogs camp ain't



Nothin' to f*** 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 motherf***er



When I have to be



Got young G's with sleeves



And thieves on hold



Strategically placed in case



Somebody feels bold, I told



You ho's you can't f***



With these 'cause



I make more papers then trees



See we believe in



Brotherhood forever is criteria



You f***in' with Top Dog



Your f***in' with familia



No I ain't feelin' ya



Got all that I can do to hear



Any time you see me



You should stand clear



You see me in my Lincoln



In the clubs drinkin'



Who you gonna check b****



What the f*** you thinkin'?



You can check me but



That sh*t don't slide



You can get your life



Look tryin' to take my pride



You ride with who



Man that sh*t ain't big



I roll with dogs



That'll rock your wig



And got gigs all money



Detroit to Portland



Cellular receivers and beepers



Is what were sportin'



Your nothin' of importance



I don't sweat you



Yeah thhe drinks on me



But the jokes on you



I'm all about the



Everyday nothin' at all



See I'm not doin' very much



I'm just havin' a ball



I'm in bed by four



I'm up by noon



I might sit around



I might write me a tune



I might go fishin'



And again I might not



I might get me a 40 or



Pour me some scotch



The warch on my wrist



That don't even exist



A lot of pissed people from



Appointments that



I've missed



I dissed everybody and



Their Mom for spite



'Cause everybody's



Barkin' but nobody ever bites



Your talkin' loud, sayin' nothin'



Get you dad



Get your cousin'



Go and get your boy



'Cause he's as big as a house



Now take your pussy as* click



And get the f*** out



I'm the estranged, deranged



Got domains like states



I love in plush hotels



With them hourly rates



I do big plates 8 times a day



The crew be livin' large



At the Seafood Bay



Got a way with the world and



Now I'm lookin' to scramble



Ain't about to as*



Out on a no good gamble



I could handle anything but



I ain't down for broke



So before somebody slides



Like somebody's getting' choked



I'm a no good freak



I tweak skin like rashes



I lose a little love



With every day that passes



Ain't a masochistic



Rock statistics, vocabulary



I'm a very shy simplistic



And get this, some people



Say I changed



I'm the same motherf***er



With the same old name



A little extra game and



Extra cash could see



You could f*** me



But don't put it past me



You wanna bash me



And got no reason



I can lay up in the Caymans



For 4 straight seasons



I ain't a punk



I refuse to be



You're all up in the past



That's as*



Hear what I say



I'm all about today and



I'ma die that way



B****


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