If Youre Ugly and You Know It Clap Your Hands

Clap Your Easily

LL Cool J

Yr:

1989

5:08

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Yeah, Aye I like that guitar man, yes Yo E-Love I similar the manner y'all flipped that guitar homo Know what I'm saying? It was a adept thought human being,  ya know what I'one thousand maxim? Yeah Information technology'south kinda like freaking me, ya know what I'm saying? I want to get hype man, I want to do this,  Ya know what I'one thousand saying? But goin' arctic, check information technology out  Slick as Vaseline, aroma good as cologne I'yard like a musculus man in jail, they leave me lonely I rhyme similar Superman, yous rap like Jimmy Olson I interruption yous like a canteen of greenish Golden Molson You lot ain't a existent rhymer, y'all look similar a actress How you gon' sleep on me holmes, do I look like a mattress? Am I that old, exercise I walk like Grady? I'ma hundred-l proof, Smirnoff is merely 80 Don't you ever try to rock my house I'yard a real cool cat, know what I'm proverb Mickey Mouse? The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this At present recollect about it, can y'all really come close to this? Y'all soft as powder, weak equally a cabin libation Ugly as work shoes, messing with the Ruler: The ultimate writer reciter and def entertainer I work myself harder than a boxer's trainer  [Chorus] Clap your hands everybody (hey yo) And everybody just clap your hands (hey yo) Clap your hands everybody (hey yo) And everybody just clap your hands (hey yo) I said, clap your hands everybody (hey yo) And everybody just handclapping your hands (hey yo) Clap your hands everybody (hey yo) And everybody just clap your hands (hey yo)  You end up, underneath my sneaker You're dog doo-doo, I'one thousand watching you get weaker Yous tin't believe, the skill and dexterity LL Cool J, and the J is for Jeremy And so buff me, James Todd the earthquake-r That's right my brother, y'all're going out similar Sega {*censored*} chewed, and then whats up dude? Ane of my battles'll become your girlies in the mood Sucker MC's really make me sick I'm and so bad, I can suck my own {dick} If you lot go to your daughter's house and I'thou there already Don't get Crazy crusade my proper name ain't Eddie Rhymes so rough, information technology's like a course in trigonometry When Einstein was talking, he was talking bout me The Prince of the Globe, and I'ma give birth To a rhyme and so hard you lot look soft as a Smurf Giggling and wiggling, so how we going out? Lovely, and that's without a doubtfulness!  [Chorus]  Rappers are my servants, they serve me similar an emperor When I'm through, y'all'll need a nurse to take your temperature And cool yous downwards, crusade you're common cold as leftovers Not the ones on the table, I'm talking about RUFF rovers You can't get over, what'due south my proper noun, Goofy? You smoke I'm no joke, so my brother intermission out the looseys And take a pull, cause the cadet stops hither I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and disappear Don't cantankerous me, or lose your loyalty To the Prince of the rap court, I'1000 royalty And it ain't no puzzle, it's a shame how rappers guzzle Paragraphs I put together so I deport a muzzle To shut em up and cutting em up and make em be quiet I'm a one human anarchism, so don't even endeavor it The Prince of special tactics, plus I'thousand athletic Before you play your paw you improve practise some calisthenics Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whole ix Speak your slice, and then I'ma go for mine And I guarantee you lot, I'one thousand gonna strike again I recommend my friend you lot driblet the pen and give in Cop out to one rhyme crusade you're facin' ten I ain't Sidney Poitier but we can 'Do This Once again' I'm nice wit mines, and I gotta acknowledge it Y'all don't really desire to battle, why don'tcha just forget it!  [Chorus]  But if you're hard headed and y'all all the same don't understand Here'south a little sample, my man  "Hello?"  "Cool J"  "takes everything you've got" "pushing a broom"  "certain would aid a lot"  Cheque my stats, how we living, I idea and then I'm fresh, oh yes, but can they flow, hell no My rhymes are up to date, first-class, on signal I'm telling yous, they're the serious joint I consume my steak fast, I drink my mash slow My voice is milky with a nice clear period I eat like a fat man, and walk like a gigolo I'1000 not a ballplayer, then at present ya know!  Clap your hands everybody (hey yo) And everybody but handclapping your hands (hey yo) Cause I rock the business firm, everybody (hey yo) And everybody just clap your hands (hey yo)  Know what I'g saying?  And I'ma be straight til the yr three thousand That'due south word to mother, know what I'm saying? And I say mother with a 5  Cause the 5 is for Victory ya know what I'k saying? Crusade I'yard the victor in this game, word up Know what I'm proverb?  That'due south what time it is, peace  That man, he sure is funky, funky, funky! Funky! Funky, he sho' is! Y'all best believe he's funky! You didn't know? funky!

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