Hand Clap - Bossman

Hand Clap - Bossman

  • Year of release: 2004
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:43

Below is the lyrics of the song Hand Clap , artist - Bossman with translation

Lyrics " Hand Clap "

Original text with translation

Hand Clap

Bossman

Now East side get a hand clap

And if you side it’s the side that’s goin' down at

Hands high for a hand clap

Now every side worldwide get a handclap

East side get a hand clap

And if you side it’s the side that’s goin' down at

West side, South side

Mid-West, East side!

Ra-ta-tat-tat is the sound of a gat

But this is how it sound when the Bossman clap

Let me see them hands high every side of the map

B-More city’s where the Bossman at

How I do-dat do-dat, turn music to crack

It’s a true fact what you lack is true-ness in rap

All new jacks move back, it’s a new boss in rap

In fact, bringin' the East coast back like Shaq

How B-More do that, only New York do that

When, they thought and they talk and they brought us rap but

No softer that got the game on my back

Like returned a city, now the East coast is back

East side, West side, South side, any side

Worldwide, put your hands high if you feelin' right

Go against the Boss of course, it’s a river-side

B-C-I-T-Y where I live and die

Home of the wild homicide and this genuine

Love and hate all day, it’s a skinny line

Hustle on the block, Jake’s watch through the mini-blinds

Never know when your body might be identified

Killas come in all shapes, forms even mini-size

Side where, officer, gotta keep your semi-side

Hands to the sky, get 'em high when you clap

Like the return of tax, the East coast is back

Now every single side let me see them hands high

Make them hands clap like a gat when it’s fired

B-O-S-S lay ya flat as a tire

Matter fact, flatter than a line, nigga that’s right

From the bottom of the map to the top of the skyline

The hottest on the block since Bonita and Kweli

Fuck with your watch sayin' «Nigga it’s my time»

I’m hard as core nigga, y’all more like mai-thai's

I’m hot now, ain’t no winds in mi casa

Must have got me twisted like the wig on a shot tire

When shots fired, off 'em block eyes is papas

Fry y’all kippers like chicken from Popeyes

Ha-ha — I ain’t no jokin' what I be quotin'

And spoken and underoath and I’m the truth right here ha

Reach for the sky when you make them hands clap

Like a rapid refund, the East coast is back

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