- Votes:
- Composers:
- James Dewitt Yancey
- Byron Simpson
 
- Genres:
- 90s
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- afrofuturism
- rap
 
- See also:
A Tribe Called Quest - Clap Your Hands lyrics
Chorus(scratching):
 Clap your hands now
 Phife:
 Brothas know the flavs when the quest gets loose
 Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler zeus
 Crazier than tupac in that flick called juice
 Cock is longer than the hat worn by dr. seuss
 Love a girl in daisy dukes like them kids called deuce
 Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man luke
 Control the mic like denzel on the girls
 Wack mcs be on the nuts like rocket j. squirrel
 The worst thing in the world is a sucka mc
 Favorite rap group in the world is epmd
 Cant forget the de la, the two originality
 And if I ever went solo, my favorite mc would be me
 Phife dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to snoopy
 Peace to all the questers, to hell with the groupies
 Like um, ralph up to potsie, brooklyn to dodger
 Laverne to shirley, rerun to roger
 Ren to the stimpy, laurel to hardy
 Q-tip and phifer, they mashed up the party
 Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
 Kick the beats and more beats
 Well have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques
 For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand
 But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands
 Chorus:
 A Tribe Called Quest - Clap Your Hands - http://motolyrics.com/a-tribe-called-quest/clap-your-hands-lyrics.html
 Q-tip:
 You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands
 If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance...
 Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes thatll suit you
 So listen
 The abstract intuition is very very worthy
 I can feel ya out from russia to jersey
 Cant understand, the underground, it gets deep
 The low, the nikes, the links, the jeeps
 The women, the lingo and all the other goods
 Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play
 Please dont do the mute when you hear me on the juke
 Brothas know my angle, its the star-spangled black banner
 Hook up the beats at the funk manner
 If want a roll, then dough I be rakin
 The scope is on the world, cuz its mine for the takin
 You know Im gonna do it
 My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid
 Chemists get confused of my ill composition
 This is the third of the new tribe addition
 Mcs be swingin, but alot of them be missin
 So shut your bloodclot and listen
 Cuz Im bringin you the ill rendition
 Id like to send this out to the l.e.s.
 Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse
 Come here love, hot sex on a plat
 And when your done with that then clap
Chorus(until end)















