Hurricane Chris Hand Clap Letras:A, a, a, a, a,
Now Turn me up a lil
Move
Hurricane
Now Turn me up a lil
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Now Turn me up a lil
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[Chorus]
Give me dat hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get dat hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wid it
Give me dat hand clap
(Let me get dat hand clap)
Give me dat hand clap
(Let me get dat hand clap)
Give me dat hand clap
(Let me get dat hand clap)
One for tha money,
Two for tha show.
Clap yo hands,
If you gotta bankroll
One for tha money,
Two for tha show,
Clap yo hand if yo money don't fold.
[Verse 1]
Let me get dat hand clap
Let me get dat hand clap
They pull me out tha
club cuz I ain't know how
to act
But I ain't really trippin
We finna sneak through tha back
And I got something
like a grenade for them
hatas
Who wanna jack
Suoooooh-Wooop!
And we going be in mah clique
And I'm shinin like a light
I got them diamonds on mah wrist
Let me get a hand clap, hand clap
Lil mama breath stank
So I told her bad back
And payin me some water
So I could roll harder
Slam on tha hater like mah
name Vince Carter
They lookin at me crazy
cuz I bounce around tha
club
N I keep clappin mah
hands like I'm tryna kill
a bug
Row, row, row ya boat
Gently down tha stream
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/w9]Ain't nobody in tha
club feelin like me
Plus I got a
G-G-gorillas in black
tees
Make tha whole club clap
like it's some kinda
disease
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Well I hope u ain't tired
of clappin yo hands
Cause we jus got in tha club
I spend 75 dollas on this
shirt jus fo tha club
Hell naw I ain't leavin
Letz hit tha VIP
Widd dem chickies n get freaky
Lil mama don't believe me
I showed her, I showed ha
I beat it out tha frame
I told her ima beast
N lil mama, I'm Hurricane
N now 50 want
50 steady shinin on hatas
Jumpin, stompin, hand clappin
Knockin ova tha tables
In tha club we get
ratted till we faint
Yeh I'm stuntin in his face
cuz I gotta big bank
Like big bank hank
Cuz mah money don't fold
Open up n blind em wit a
mouth full of gold
Let me get a hand clap
If you got that holla back
And I'm outta mind
I think I need 2 be slapped
Let me get a hand clap
If you got that holla back
N I'm out mah mind
I think I needa be slapped
Like that
[Chorus]
Drop that beat
Turn it up
That's 2 loud man
Turn it down
Now turn it back up
Putcha hands up n make em clap
Cuz now we on
And if u ain't gon make ya hands clap
Then stay at home
U gotta pocket fulla money huh?
dats wuzup
Lemme catcha by tha bathroom
You gon get snuck
I rep that E-a-s-t-e-c-g
I'm hurricane
N I'm S-O-u-t-h-s-i-d-e
Thas what I claim
Now lemme see u put yo arm up
N Rick James
I get to clappin mah hand
Like I'm finna go insane
Lil mama wanna marry me
Jus gimme some brain
I'm grippin, grippin tha grain
Lemme see u rick james
One for tha, One for tha money
Two for tha show
All yall hatas betta slow yo roll
Or u ain't gotta chill
I could make u chill
widd a back slap
Security wont trip
Theyll think I'm doin tha hand clap
[Chorus]Letras: Hand Clap Hurricane Chris [final]