Nolia Clap

One, two, three, four, bust it

Uh-huh, remix, remix

Wacko, Juvenile, Skip!

Holla back

Where H-town at? ATL at?

Miami, Lil' Haiti, Lauderdale at?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?

I said are you gon' do that thing, woadie? Please believe

If not, we'll make it hard for you bitches to breathe

One thing about it, ghost, keeps stuff up a sleeve

Juve and Skip attack the boards, while I plug 'em with 3's

Every stash spot I got, I stuff it with G's

Fuck a chain and a whip, that'll fuck up my steez

I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowing on trees

With two heaters in my lap bumping "400 Degreez"

Man, fuck Juvenile! Nah, ****, that's my dog

Say that shit again, I'll wack all y'all

Get on some mob shit, smack all y'all

Probably get on that rob shit and crack all y'all

I ain't never talk sideways, I'll put you on the highway

Have you sweating in the chicken coop like Smokey off Friday

Catch you in that 'Nolia, have you running down the driveway

Tryna gun you down, spitting at you, yippee-ki-yay

Where the Bay at? To LA at? Where them Tec's, where them 9's, where them K's at?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? West Coast, what's up?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? West side, what's up?

Where NY at? NJ at? Philly-Philly, DC, VA at?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? East Coast, what's up?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? East side, what's up?

I'm straight Hollygrove, you know that (You know!)

But I'm old school, Fischer Project like a throwback

Now I told you, now you know that (Huh?)

You ain't welcome here, you ain't see "I'm Gone" on my doormat?

So stupid, why you ain't abide by that? (Why?)

If I catch you on my porch, you gon' die by that (My porch? Right there!)

Right there, by them leaves, go and lie by that

Right side of that dog doodoo, you gon' dry like that

This is payback for anyone whoever said that (Payback)

Look, I'm safe with this vest, gon' get his head packed

Or get his face slashed, or his neck jooked (Slashed, jooked!)

Look in my face, this how death look (Look! Look!)

If you deaf, look, I ain't playing witcha (Look, uh-uh)

Gun talk is all I'm gonna say to you (What?)

So learn to read lips 'cause UTP trips (Read! Trips!)

Every time that alc' and them trees mix

Where the Row at? Interscope at? Choppa City, Universal, Cutthroat at?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? Where my pimps, what's up?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? All my players, what's up?

Where U.T.P. at? Crime Lab at? Rap-A-Lot, D.T.P., Aftermath at?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? All my soldiers what's up?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? All my gangsters, what's up?

We from the Dirty-Dirty, you heard me, you shoot or get shot

From where the unemployment line be 'bout as long as your block

I travel all over the states, been in some serious spots

Fucking not knowing if **** want to kill me or not

All of that bootin' up and stuntin' ain't gonna get you nowhere

If you not 'bout shootin' up something, man, don't even go there

If y'all scared, show y'all scared and put your sets down

We ain't got to wait, look at this beef, you can get wet now

I gotta holla at Stank, Dookie, Paul, and Survival

OD, my **** Ducky, Soulja Slim be with Sarada

Now clap for a B-M, clap for a Benz

And if you clap it right, I'ma give you these twenties and tens

3rd Coast got money, we got plenty to spend

Quit trippin' on transportation, we got plenty of them

Yeah, this is big business right here

Rap-A-Lot, U.T.P, 2004, put your U's up

Where the East Coast at? West Coast at? Down south at? Midwest at?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? East Coast, West Coast

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap? Down south, midwest

Where Zoe Pound at? Shadow Boyz at? What's up homie, where them toys at?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?

Y'all hear that 'Nolia clap?

Yup, yup

2004, Rap-A-Lot

U.T.P, holla back

Huh? Juvie, Jay

I got y'all

I got y'all