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Song Details
Artist(s)
  • Hurricane Chris
  • Album(s)
  • 51/50 Ratchet (buy)
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    Now Turn me up a lil
    Move
    Rick James
    Now Turn me up a lil

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    [Chorus]
    Give me that hand clap
    (Let me get that hand clap)
    Give me that hand clap
    (Let me get that hand clap)
    Give me that hand clap
    (Let me get that hand clap)
    Give me that hand clap
    (Let me get that hand clap)
    Now Rick James wid it
    Give me that hand clap
    (Let me get that hand clap)
    Give me that hand clap
    (Let me get that hand clap)
    Give me that hand clap
    (Let me get that hand clap)

    One for tha money,
    Two for tha show.
    Clap yo hands,
    If you gotta bankroll
    One for tha money,
    Two for tha show,
    Clap yo hand if yo money don't fold.

    [Verse 1]
    Let me get that hand clap
    Let me get that hand clap
    They pull me out tha club cuz i aint know how to act
    But I aint really trippin
    We finna sneak through tha back
    And i got something like a grenade for them haters
    Who wanna jack
    Ooooooh-Ooooh
    And we going be in mah clique
    And im shinin like a light
    I got them diamonds on mah wrist
    Let me get a hand clap, hand clap
    Lil mama breath stank
    So i told her bad back
    And payin me some water
    So i could roll harder
    Slam on tha hater like mah name Vince Carter
    They lookin at me crazy cuz i bounce around tha club
    N I keep clappin mah hands like im tryna kill a bug
    Row, row, row ya boat
    Gently down tha stream
    Aint nobody in tha club feelin like me
    Plus I got a G-G-gorillas in black tees
    Make tha whole club clap like its some kinda disease

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    Well i hope u aint tired of clappin yo hands
    Cause we jus got in tha club
    I spend 75 dollas on this shirt jus fo tha club
    Hell naw i aint leavin
    LEtz hit tha VIP
    Widd dem chickies n get freaky
    Lil mama dont believe me
    I showed her, I showed ha
    I beat it out tha frame
    I told her ima beast
    N lil mama, im Hurricane
    N now 50 want
    50 steady shinin on haters
    Jumpin, stompin, hand clappin
    Knockin ova tha tables
    In tha club we get ratted till we faint
    Yeh im stuntin in his face cuz i gotta big bank
    Like big bank hank
    Cuz mah money dont fold
    Open up n blind em wit a mouth full of gold
    Let me get a hand clap
    If you got that holla back
    And im outta mind
    I think i need 2 be slapped
    Let me get a hand clap
    If you got that holla back
    N im out mah mind
    I think i needa be slapped
    Like that

    [Chorus]

    Drop that beat
    Turn it up
    Thats 2 loud man
    Turn it down
    Now turn it back up
    Putcha hands up n make em clap
    Cuz now we on
    And if u aint gon make ya hands clap
    Then stay at home
    U gotta pocket fulla money huh?
    Thats whussup
    Lemme catcha by tha bathroom
    You gon get snuck
    I rep that E-a-s-t-e-c-g
    Im hurricane
    N im S-O-u-t-h-s-i-d-e
    Thas what i claim
    Now lemme see u put yo arm up
    N Rick Jamesz
    I get to clappin mah hand
    Like im finna go insane
    Lil mama wanna marry me
    Jus gimme some brain
    Im grippin, grippin tha grain
    Lemme see u rick jamesz
    One for the, One for tha money
    Two for tha show
    All yall hatas betta slow yo roll
    Or u aint gotta chill
    I could make u chill widd a back slap
    Security wont trip
    Theyll think im doin tha hand clap

    [Chorus]

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