Saigon - Clap Lyrics
(feat. Faith Evans)[Chorus: Faith Evans (Saigon)]We try our best to survive(We ain't runnin away)And keep our heads to the sky(Y'all never will lead us astray)Kiss that stress and depression goodbye(Chase all of our troubles away)If we could just get it right(Then everything, it should be okay)Oh okay[Saigon:]Do away with the clubs and the drug spotsDo away with the judge and the mug shotsLike we do away with the day when the sun dropsClap your hands if you tired of hearin gunshotsOr hearin news about who got poppedBy another black man or knockin a white copIf I ain't there when it start I'm there when the fight stop like ockSlow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, yaWe gotta start helpin each other, quit hurtin each otherMoney'll have a nigga thinkin 'bout murkin his motherHow does it feel bein slaves to a dollar bill?Givin you somethin y'all can feel, are y'all for real?Do away with all the Chinese restaurantsDo away with all the fake Gloria EstefansClap your hands if you gettin up in some real estateBuy the crib ma, the Benz with the wheels could waitI 'member I used to instigateNow I'm the one breakin up the fight makin sure that detention's straightWill let a nigga get the heart to push meI'll snuff the biggest nigga with him, show him that his partner *****You ain't got to be soft to be competeI'm like the Martin Luther King then I knock out some teethNow I'm a flip it and shift it, give it prolificCase niggaz just get it twisted, forget that I'm so giftedDo away with the jails and the group homesLike we did away with the shells and the two-toneClap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shitCause we don't just make songs, we make statements[Chorus][Saigon:]Do away with the hip-hop police force***** the pigs, I was taught not to eat porkClap your hands if you ain't forget where you came fromClap again if you ready to see a change comeI used to live in the same slumAs Mike Tyson and Riddick Bowe, that's where the knuckle game fromSpring Valley had the same bumsWe had to stay in, I ain't hang late cause we ain't have a incomeNow I be on the track like when the train comeAnd I don't rap to just jaw-jack, nigga I be sayin somethin!And with my man Just Bliggity BlazeYou're just about to witness history madeClap, clap, clap, clap, clapClap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit (clap)Clap, y'all, clapLet's, let's, let's go![Chorus][Outro: Faith Evans]Oh okay (mmmmmmmm)Oh okay, we're tryin our best to surviveOh okay, tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiightOh okay, just keep our heads to the skyOh okay, kiss that stress and depression goodbyeOh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay (ohhhhh)Oh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay (keep your heads to the sky)Oh okay (mm-hmm) oh okay (hey heyyyyyyy!)Oh okay (ohhhh!) oh okay (yeah)Oh okay, ohhhhhhhhhhh ohhhohhhhhhhOh okay, tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiightOh okay, all we gotta do is keep our heads to the skyOh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me nowOh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (oh-hohhhh)Oh okay (OHHH!) oh okay (gonna be alright now)Oh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (ooh ohhhhhhhh)Oh okay, oh okay (okay)Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me nowOh okay, ohh yeahhhhhhh[Ad libs to the end]
