Текст песни Fat Joe - No Drama (Clap & Revolve)

[Chorus]

We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve

We just clap

We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)

We just clap and revolve

You don’t wanna start no drama

You, You, You don’t wanna stop no drama

Yeah

We getting paper hear

Yeah

Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it

Ten million written all over that

We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve

You don’t wanna start no drama

We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve

[1st Verse]

Nine check

Forty check

K’s check

You be the first to go

Haze yes

Ye yes

Motherfucker this is business, never personal

This Coca baby

I’m an 88er

I put work in these streets

Now do yourself the favor

You bring the drama

Then drama leads to choppers

Then them choppers get to sprayin’

And somebody need a doctor now

You not an actor, not a rapper

You’s a clapper, you’s a trapper

Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now

It is what it is; I got the gliz on me

And don’t nobody want it with the Big homey

[Chorus - 2X]

[2nd Verse]

Nigga want beef with me

Must be out of his mind

Nigga think that Joey past his prime

Layed his ass flat in the street

Yeah I splattered his mind

Walk away with his life and his shines

Yeah, I smell pussy pussy

Yeah pussy pussy

That’s how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy

Ask about it

Cracks about it

Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it

I’m a rider, I’m a sider - I’n a money maker

I decided you’s a liar when it comes to paper

Broad day we could clap it in these streets

Middle the PJ’s make em bring out these sheets

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse]

I got a thing for my little buddy

That black Mac do his thing

Leave a Nigga ugly

Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em

We’ll open your chest Nigga

Your just a victim

And I’m a rat killer

You hear that BR-Rat Nigga

I don’t rap infact I’m just that Nigga

Yeah it’s crack Nigga

A lot of bitches like to talk

Make em bite they tongue

Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one

I’m in the streets muh’fucker you could call me Harlem

You Bedstuy like Biggie

The big homeys a problem

Bronx bomber

I’ll leave you comatose

We don’t dance in your face, you muh’fuckers choke