Klap Ya Handz (LP Version)

[ti:Klap Ya Handz (LP Version)] [ar:Das EFX] [al:Dead Serious] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Klap Ya Handz (LP Version) - Das EFX Well uh is macaroni and cheese Before I start I gots ta umm fart no I gots ta uh sneeze Not I gotcha trippin yippity-doo-da-day Shucks I'm makin' bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon So shout "Wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom " Drayx up for sure dang now that I'm flexed My a-EFX'll quote when the bridge fell down And I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack you booga-loo black Oki doki oopsy Daisy cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed or Mr Red and his crew So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop I got the hoolahoop baby woop dooby-doo Lassie boy you made a mess now go and get the pooper scoop Oops I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo yay for Dray and Klap your hands now Klap your hands now Klap your hands now Bon voyage look out below cos umm I got my socks on the popcorn the Hubba Bubba yep gum Skippity bum you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah shitty-bang-boom-bang yo who rang Abra-cadabra jimminy crickets set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin sneezing yes Stuffy-head called for and fever sow you to rest Tight rhymes catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff Or a Uzi be careful who you choose could choose a Marvin choose a ship Lickity split cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip In the morning yawning as I stand for group check To back up I slap up r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep so what the heck you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple the J is for 'ja back to book bets' And then S-K-double O-Be on mansel So if ya happy and ya know it klap your hands Well uhh woopty doody abba doozy it's time I'm on the yabber dabber scribber scrabber shimmy sham flam So heavens-to-Betsy golly wolly gee whiz My lickity split got splat the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah dapper doodly do you don't know Mr Magoo You heard I'm loco well yo I'm despicable too So umm hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes so Holy toledo cowabunga what gives I heard you shot my borough til blow at twins The name farmer's up in me need no give me no more Cos that soul lock ya stands I can't stands no more So zippity doo da day woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey how much wood could a woodchuck chuck If a woodchuck could chuck fuck you know the rest So seizin it seizin it seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books that's my pal and A diggity-cap my slipp'ry style is I got the mics the back pop crackle and snap And all that me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber some say Brooklyn boop But don't consider me as no follower no runner or no poop But just rock a by rock a by booboo Let your fingers do the walking hey I'm talking yoohoo Can ya can ya hear me Checka checka 1-2 Aiyo sit Booboo sit shit cos I'm the one who Kick a rhyme in singular so son you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate Or triplicate can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Um listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter crooked letter I Crooked letter crooked letter I hump back Hump back I you can't touch I Cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya