Текст Paula Deanda – Make ‘Em Clap To This

Текст:

Make ’em clap to this
Paula D.
Make ’em clap to this
Ak’Sent

Make ’em clap to this
Make ’em clap to this

Here is Ak’Sent and Paula
Sitting side ways in a 6-foot candy-painted pole, uh
I’m a robber ’cause I clap raps like a 45 revolver
Called her, told her it’s like nova, nova down on his deck
Keep shining on my neck, neck, actually I’m the best yet
So go rearrange your bestest
We the best kept secret from the west yet

I’ma think of a little something
Make a playa want to know about me
When you hear a thump thumpin’
Pump a pump pump
‘Til it’s hard to breathe
Ladies, shake the little something
‘Cause you know, this is what the boys like the see
Then eyes
No, don’t get it twisted
Baby, look but don’t touch
No hands on me

If you like it, form a circle
So put the ladies in the middle
And do like this
Said if you like it, form a circle
Low back
Give me some room, just do what I do, oh

Make ’em clap to this, wanna watch you move
Make ’em clap to this, can you shake your thing
Make ’em clap to this, you know what to do tonight
So got them boys like oh
Make ’em clap to this, oh, oh
Make ’em clap to this, oh, oh
Make ’em clap to this, oh, oh

All of this we’re imagining
Licking your lips trying to impress
Looking like you wanna touch me
Don’t trick and get fresh and your look in check

Ladies, they just put the jam on
When you hear it, you be talkin’ about this much
Let’s make some room now and let the ladies get to it

If you like it, form a circle
So put the ladies in the middle
And do like this
Said if you like it, form a circle
Low back
Give me some room, just do what I do, oh

Said if you like it, form a circle
So put the ladies in the middle
And do like this
Said if you like it, form a circle
Low back
Give me some room, just do what I do, oh

I’m so groovy, check how I move
Gucc, covered with Louis, Prada, and Gucci
Hottest shaking, you know it
Me and Paula the lowest
My job is giving me glowing
The source of my rhyme, I own the source of rhyme
They keep me their 5 mics, but I’d rather have dollar signs
See my girls, they get it poppin’, hustlin’
Who makin’ it happenin’, make rap in the trap
Paula D.’s even clappin’