Letras:
Styles Soul Clap

a Soul Clap? Can I get a Soul Clap? We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop Can I get a Soul Clap

je suis le vrai Gus Si ce style est en aperitif, je suis Monsieur Plus Bastonne mon son sur les ondes le matin Pimpant, j'injecte un funky clap dans

go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I?m fed up it?s time to go head huntin' Lord have some mercy on my soul Now why everybody making

your neighbor Listen as I start my jam Tuning into the stations on the stereo Don't you dare touch that dial 'Cause I got style (For miles and miles) Everybody clap

niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped

snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off with your money then clap

Don't even move a muscle Clap at ya feet, blast ya boot buckle Cowboy style, dance bitch, do the hustle Let me see you sweat Follow the leader through

my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat Check it out, yo, A.G. is living fat in the mental In other words, can I get a soul clap? Diggin

[Killah Priest] As my soul gets darker, my guns will spark ya Greet the night stalker, meet your fate Bow and pay homage, I rap with a garment Like one