歌词
I see a whole team of chicks trying to sit with us
We drink the Don, smoke the Chong, they wanna get with us
I got my VIP section game locked down
Don't act bad for J-Rab, he just came in town
We loving Thai on the floor, smoking lah with chicks
Blazing the amazing, the weed on the mix
All my peeps from my hood wearing Timbs and jeans
Lost Boys representing South Jamaica, Queens
And with my men spending ends on them reliquas and beers
Ain't nothing new to this, we've been doing this for years
Got my drink on good and my cash is right
Shorty hot, think I'm not getting ass tonight
I'm with Malik and L'Quan, my man Haason
And shorty what you wearing is turning me on
Taking me, making me wanna bounce with you
It's alright, we got all night to smoke an ounce or two
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
A few hours in the jam and I'm fired up
Jeans sagging, Timberlands tied up
See my old crew from the mysteries
Big Phil from Queensville still getting cheese
All my peeps from the van getting nice, my man
LV style running wild, representing band
Nigga Mo's bagging hoes, puffing buddha sack
Representing Lost Boys, staying true to that
I must freak it to the funk if the funk is ill
See a shorty on the floor trying to show the skill
I wanna run up on her and push up on her
And get some willie-bow and let her know that I wanna
And hit the door, let the akh hit the streets
Get the eats, gets in between the sheets
Hit it off, bust a cap
Back in my gat, I'm making time
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
It's mad cars up in front the piece
Shorties bouncing, niggas on the corner
40 Ounce, I'm puffing lah
Kicking it to shorties trekking by
See some be acting ill and some be acting fly
But inside it's the LV slide
Music bumping, smoking skunk and getting funkdafied
Wild boy, pretty Lou, J, Born and Bo
With Josephine in effect, nigga fuck them all
Pack just my Def Stars, shorties taking flicks
Slick nice, bunch of flying with Jamaican chicks
It ain't no real ill shit, just LB's in town
Show how we get down
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
Get up, clap your hands
Come on, clap your hands
