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letra de clap (feat. bam soprano) - snoop dogg feat. bam soprano

f-ck it
hey, buck, i told you, my n-gg-
turn the track up a little bit in my ear drums, man, need to hear that
detail
it’s so gangsta

snoop dogg
i make it clap
h-ll yeah
i make it clap
fa’ sho, cuz’
i make it clap
yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

i make it clap

snoop dogg
a little somethin’ for the b-tches, and somethin’ for the g’s
a little somethin’ for my peoples ’round the world, stackin’ cheese
we gettin’ money, y’all
we gettin’ money, y’all
now if ya bankroll fat and you can bet right back
and blow a hundred thousand, n-gg-, on a night like back

we gettin’ money, y’all
we gettin’ money, y’all

i get my focus, then ride, i put some hen in my life
i get my pen and my pie
man, i drift when i drive
i feel the breezes i breeze, i got the keys to my boat
ain’t that a b-tch, motherf-cker, say the dogg on c-ke
i sold c-ke my whole life, i never snort that sh-t
see i’m a ex-g-ngb-nger, you can quote that sh-t
i’m livin’
everyday like thanksgivin’
i watch my big homey tookie get murdered in prison
now i can’t sit back
i gotta spit that rap
i hit the streets with this heat, i got some cases to beat
i ain’t b-tchin’
n-gg- snitchin’
they think i’m crippin’
and trippin’ and flippin’
but trip this
you know i’m dippin’
with the bulletproof, tucked in a snub
i got the streets on lock
and now i’m up in the club
thy kingdom come

thy will be done
thirteen years
later, motherf-cker, and i’m still number one

repeat i make it clap (brrat!)
ain’t no questions about it
bigg snoop dogg is who the ese is down with (boss)
and on one
i was slangin’ in yale
it’s 2007 and i got p-ssy to sell
young bamm, and i’m a beast on these streets
now let me rap or take some game on this snoop dogg beat
buck found me in the trap
from a quarter ounce of crack
to a thousand square feet
in the creek, in the back
i’m young, rich and strap, and i’m a make it tron max
sippin’ cold cognac
on the old cadillac
i put it down for the pound like
everyday
so when you see me, holla “church!” cause i keep it that way
yeah
we gon’ bust in the air
i make the .40 cal clap like the motherf-ckin’ snare
from the l-1-3
to the dpg
i just got my weed license, f-ck the l.a.p.d

repeat this old man, yeah, he sure can
d-o-double g with twenty mil in his hand
i stand tall, against the wall, i’m gonna ball and i’ll walk it off
my favorite shows to watch, on the phone, i don’t really talk at all
from the valley lowes of clarksdale
i’m gangsta, gangsta like avon barksdale
you know the word is out
he’s on the loose
i’m back in the hood again, sippin’ on that gin & juice

superman got dressed in the phone booth
wha-wha-what, what you gon’ do, my n-gg-s is on you
see i was all about peace to your way
you motherf-ckin’ mouth, tell the police, now it’s on
yeah
my gangsta boots is laced up
i came here to shoot this motherf-ckin’ place up
don’t play no games, don’t say no names
don’t do nothin’, get popped in your motherf-ckin’ brain

repeat twice

- snoop dogg feat bam soprano

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