Das Efx - Klap Your Hands lyrics

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Verse One: Dray

Well uhh, don't eat the oldest macaroni and cheese

Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta sneeze

not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day

Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some

Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon

so shout "Wa-bap-a-loo-bop-a-wop-bam-boom!"

Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm vexed

My a-EFX'll quote, my London bridge fell down

and I'ma good ship with the lollipop

Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black

Okee-dokee, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that

But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew

So Rumpelstiltskin rolled a dumpling and he made beef stew

Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo

Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop

Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make

but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and......

Hook:

"Klap your hands now" (x3)

Verse Two: Skoob

Bon voyage, look out below cos umm

I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum

You skibbity bum, you think I don't know the time

Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass

Yeah, chitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?

Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang

I got the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, yes

Stuffy-head, coughing, aching, fever, so you can rest

Tight rhymes, so figgity fever for the flavor of a spliff

or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, cos choosy moms'll choose Jif

Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships

And yo, a sandwich isn't a sandwich without the miracle whip

in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check

To back up, I slap up, p-r-rut put your poop deck

Yep, so what the heck, you gets bounced like a check

Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets'

and then S-K-double O-Be oh mans

So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands

Hook (x3)

Verse Three: Dray

Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time

I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam

So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz

My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot

Oh yeah, dapper doodle doo, you don't know Mr. Magoo?

You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too

So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go

The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so

holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives

I heard you shot my borough to blow at twins

The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more

cos that all I can stands, I can't stands no more

So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff

See I'm sneaky freaky deaky plus I'm chock full of nuts

But yo my Almond Joy caught a camp in his chest

So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?

If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest

So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall

Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and......

Hook (x3)

Verse Four: Skoob

A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style I'm saying is dap

I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer

To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny out her bloomers

Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn zoop

but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop

But just rock, goodbye, rock, goodbye booboo

Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo

Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2

Aiyo, sit Ubu sit, shit cos I'm the one who

kick a rhyme in singular, so son, get used to it

Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate

or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw

Umm, listen pawn as I kick the jigsaw

M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I

crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back

hump back, I, you can't touch I

cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya......

Hook to fade

Thanks to Allan S. Joseph for these lyrics