LL Cool J — Clap Your Hands lyrics

[Ll Cool J]
Yeah..
Yeah I like that guitar man, yeah
Yo E-Love I like the way you flipped that guitar man
Knahmsayin? It was a good idea man, knahmsayin? Yeah
It's kinda like freakin me, yaknahmsayin?
I wanna get hype man, I wanna do this, yaknahmsayin?
Just gon' chill, check it out

Slick as Vasoline, smell good as cologne
I'm like a muscle man in jail -- they leave me alone
I rhyme like Superman, you rap like Jimmy Olson
I break you like a bottle of green Golden Molson
You ain't a real rhymer, you look like a actress
How you gon' sleep on me holmes, do I look like a mattress?
Am I that old, do I walk like Grady?
I'ma hundred-fifty proof, Smirnoff is only 80
Don't you ever try to rock my house
I'm a real cool cat, know what I'm sayin Mickey Mouse?
The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this
Now think about it -- can you really come close to this?
You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler
Ugly as work shoes, messin with the Ruler:
The ultimate writer reciter and def entertainer
I work myself harder than a boxer's trainer

[Chorus: ll Cool J]

Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)

[Ll Cool J]
You end up, underneath my sneaker
You're dog doo-doo, I'm watchin you get weaker
You can't believe, the skill and dexterity
Ll Cool J, and the J is for Jeremy
So buff me, James Todd the earthquaker
That's right my brother, you're goin out like Sega
*Censored* chewed, so whassup dude?
One of my battles'll get your girlies in the mood
Sucker mc's really make me sick
I'm so bad, I can suck my own d**k
If you go to your girl's house and I'm there already
Don't go Crazy cause my name ain't Eddie
Rhymes so rough, it's like a course in trigonometry
When Einstein was talkin, he was talkin bout me
The Prince of the Earth, and I'ma give birth
To a rhyme so hard you look soft as a Smurf
Gigglin and wigglin, so how we goin out?
Lovely, and that's without a doubt!

[Chorus 3/4X]

[Ll Cool J]
Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor
When I'm through, you'll need a nurse
To take your temperature
And cool you down, cause you're cold as leftovers
Not the ones on the table, I'm talkin about ruff rovers
You can't get over -- what's my name, Goofy?
You smoke I'm no joke, so my brother break out the looseys
And take a pull, cause the buck stops here
I get swift as a magician, wreck s**t and dissapear
Don't cross me, or lose your loyalty
To the Prince of the Rap Court, I'm royalty
And it ain't no puzzle, it's a shame how rappers guzzle
Paragraphs I put together so I carry a muzzle
To shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet
I'm a one man riot, so don't even try it
The Prince of special tactics, plus I'm athletic
Before you play your hand you better do some calisthetics
Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whole nine
Speak your piece, then I'ma go for mine
And I guarantee you, I'm gonna strike again
I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in
Cop out to one rhyme cause you're facin ten
I ain't Sidney Poitier but we can 'Do This Again'
I'm nice wit mines, and I gotta admit it
You don't really wanna battle, why don'tcha just forget it!

[Chorus 1/2]

[Ll Cool J]
But if you're hard headed and you still don't understand
Here's a little sample -- ehm ehm, my man

(Brrrrrrring) "Hello?"
[cut n scratch "Cool J"]
".. takes everything you've got" -> [Cheers (theme song)]
[cut n scratch "pushin a broom"]
".. sure would help a lot" -> [Cheers (theme song)]

[Ll Cool J]
Check my stats, how we livin, I thought so
I'm fresh, oh yes, but can they flow, hell no
My rhymes are up to date, excellent, on point
I'm tellin you, they're the serious joint
I eat my steak fast, I drink my brew slow
My voice is milky with a nice clear flow
I eat like a fat man, and walk like a gigolo
I'm not a ballplayer, so now Y'know!

Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Cause I rock the house, everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)

Knowhati'msayin? And I'ma be straight til the year 3000
That's word to mother, knahmsayin?
And I say mother with a V cause the V
Is for Victory yaknahmsayin?
Cause I'm the victor in this game, word up
Knahmsayin? That's what time it is, peace

[crew applause]

That man, he sure is funky funky funky
Funky! Funky, he sho' is!
You best believe he's funky!
You didn't know??? Funky!
Lyrics: Clap Your Hands, L. L. Cool J [end]
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Songwriters: ROBERTSON, C. BARNY / SMITH, ALFRED B.
Clap Your Hands lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC