subscribe, like, rate, you know the deal. Boy a fool, wonder what’s cool Tryin’ to figure out what to rhyme about I heard your mans ran crying to his mommy and his daddy When the cops drove by his house So who you tryin’ to dial If you’re lookin’ for an answer, you’re probably gonna find it now And to the man in the hat standing looking at his watch Motherfucker, well the time is now Go clap your hands, let me hear you say that’s the jam See I wouldn’t be shit if I ain’t have no fans Can’t sit down kids you have to stand Just put your hands up, you don’t have to dance Here, we get it popping like it’s Pakistan Iraq, Iran, and have them saying Mac’s the man The maximum, coming through to pass you bums So if you ain’t got no money better ask for some Hey, we came to get down, have a good time Bring the champagne out and the good wine We gon’ be sippin’ and whippin’ the sickest whips Spittin’ the illest shit that’s sicker than syphilis Comin’ in the back door yellin’ fuck a list Fans taking pictures while I’m tryin’ to take a piss We came to party, didn’t come to give a shit Now sing this part, it goes like this [Hook] (2x) All my people in the front Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands Everybody in the back Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you’re feeling that funk Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands If you love it like that Go and clap your hands Go and clap your hands [Verse 2] Hhhh-hold up Every day they wanna ask me when I’ll grow up I …
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