Das Efx - Klap Your Hands Lyrics
Verse one: drayWell uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and cheeseBefore I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneezeNot, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-dayShucks, Im makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then someCos Im a powsy wowsy ace boom coonSo shout wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom!Drayx up for sure dang, now that Im flexedMy a-efxll quote, when the bridge fell downAnd ima good ship with the lollipopLeft town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo blackOki doki, oopsy daisy, cos Im krayzie like thatBut its the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crewSo roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stewTroop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-dooLassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoopOops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I makeBut hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and......Hook:Klap your hands now (x3)Verse two: skoobBon voyage, look out below cos ummI got my socks on, the popcorn, the hubba bubba, yep gumSkippity bum, you think I dont know the timeWell its half-past a cows ass and Im a real bad assYeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slangI got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yesStuffy-head, called for ? ? ? ? and fever, sow you to restTight rhymes, ? ? ? ? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliffOr a uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a shipLickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink shipsAnd yo, a sandwich isnt a snadwich without the miracle whipIn the morning, yawning as I stand for group checkTo back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put youre boo deckYep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a chequeBecause the a is for apple, the j is for ja back to book betsAnd then s-k-double o-be on *? mansel? *So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your handsHook (x3)Verse three: drayWell uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, its timeIm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flamSo, heavens-to-betsy, golly wolly, gee whizMy lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hotOh yeah, dapper doodly do, you dont know mr. magoo?You heard Im loco, well yo, Im despicable tooSo umm, hi ho silver and away we goThe lone ranger got pissed and shot tonto in his toes, soHoly toledo, cowabunga, what givesI heard you shot my borough til *? blow at twins? *The name farmers up in me, need no give me no moreCos that soul lock ya stands, I cant stands no moreSo zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuffSee Im sneaky freaky peaky plus Im chock full of nutsBut yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chestSo hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?If a woodchuck could chuck, ***** you know the restSo seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shallCos its the krayzie drayzie wit the books, thats my pal and......Hook (x3)Verse four: skoobA diggity-cap, my slippry style is ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snapAnd all that, me and a gang of ping ping bang zoomerTo freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomersYo some say Im brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn boopBut dont consider me as no follower, no runner or no poopBut just rock, a by, rock, a by *****ooLet your fingers do the walkin, hey Im talkin, yoohooCan ya, can ya hear me? checka, checka 1-2Aiyo, sit *****oo sit, shit cos Im the one whoKick a rhyme in singular, so son, youre used to itCos poof the magic dragon, Ill kick a rhyme in duplicateOr triplicate, cant forget my boogaloo big jawUmm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsawM-i-crooked letter, crooked letter, iCrooked letter, crooked letter, I hump backHump back, i, you cant touch iCos is gots dem and dem is bound to make ya......Hook to fade
