Nolia Clap (Re-mix Version)-UTP

Nolia Clap (Re-mix Version) - UTP [wacko] uh huh Remix...Remix.... Wacko, Juvenile, Skip! Hollaback.... Where H-town at..ATL at..Miami, Lil Haiti, Lauderdale at... [Chorus] Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? Ya'll hear dat Nolia clap? I say da U gon do dey thing wodie please believe If not we'll make it hard for u cowards to breave One thing about a ghost, keeps sh* up a sleeve Juve and skip attack the boards, while I plug em wit 3's Every stash spot i got, I stuff it wit g's don't need a chain or a whip to snatch me a freak.. I'd rather ride around in my hooptie blowin on trees With two heaters in my lap..bumpin 400 degreez I 'on rock wit juvenile. what clown? datz my dawg.. Say dat sh* again I'll wack all ya'll. Get on some bo? sh*...smack all ya'll Prolly get on dat rob sh*...crack all ya'll I neva talk sideways I put ya on da highway Have ya sweatin in da chicken coop like smokey off Friday Catch ya in da nolia have ya runnin down da driveway Tryna bring ya down ? Yippe Ka Yay Where da Bay at...to dat 'lay at where dem teks, where dem 9's, where dem k's at [Chorus] west coast whats up, west side whats up where NY at..., NJ at, Philly philly, b -, V A at [Chorus] east coast whassup, east side whassup [Skip:] I'm straight hollygrove ya know dat But I'm ol' skool, fisher projek like a throwback Now I told you now you know dat You ain't welcome here, you ain't see I'm Gone on my doormat So stupid why...you ain't abide by dat If I catch you on my porch, you gon die by dat Right there, by them leaves..you can lie by dat On side of dat dog doo doo, you can dry like dat Cause this is payback for anyone who eva said dat Look, I'm safe wit this vest...Gon get his head packed Or get his face slashed, get his neck jooked Look in my face...this how death look If ya deaf look, I won't play witcha Gun talk is all I'm gonna say to ya So learn to read lips...cause see we tripz Every time dat alk and dem trees mix Where da Row at, Interscope at... Choppa City, Universal, Cut Throat at... [Chorus] where my pimps wassup, all my playaz wassup where UTP at, Crime Lab at, Rap A Lot, DTP, Aftermath at [Chorus] all my souljas wassup, all my gangstas wassup [new chorus] utpiggidys on the stage smokin that triggady me and my ni**a juve just got this b**ch off the higgady wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup wassup (repeat) [juvenile] i guess im the bad guy in this movie...dente dente dente dente here come juvie my courtway dont have no life we dont have nothing but shootouts and murdas we dont have no fights ya know you need a chance imma show ya a lick have em' gift wrapped and packed and sent out to his b**ch hope his face be a diary lookin for a way out believing in the gun but i know one day its gone play out trust me here cause this is utp day now when we hit the projects you know the rain gone faze out wavin them rags stayin close to the stash my b**ch gone put it in the bags when the popos pass but they gone f**k with me anyway cause they know my mag and they really dont appreciate the way i brag ive got 50,000 dollars in my grill cause i stay juved worry bout me dont u worry bout what a b**ch do (chorus)