What's the Reaction?-Kwest Tha Madd Lad

Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping Now picture this if you will a club on a Friday night mood is chill Everyone in the joint is on point aren't bout dressing to kill Jeans kicks boots and mega pairs of jean suits Sh*t is real nobody trying to act as if they too cute The doss catching wreck with the 1200 techs Using skills on the wheels to create a new form of sex Catching groove after groove blending the rough with the smooth Making mixes so potent you got no choice but to move The ears stink with that good funk of freshly burned skunk Blunts are passed in abundance aren't no need to get drunk Niger aren't tripping just out on the dance floor ripping Diving and dipping as hones run to see how brothers be flipping A little scrap breaks out but pretty soon that's dead And for once folks are happy hands were thrown instead of lead The line outside is about three blocks long and gone Security making sure only the right type gets to go in Then all of a sudden that old bomb sh*t comes on Inside and outside everybody and they moms mind is gone The do booth gets rushed ooh that sh*t is too bad dad Whose rhyming on this record he says kwest the mad lad The brothers go ahh-ight cuties scream bay-bay Asked the dj for a copy he said may-bay I make my joints for me and you I want mutual satisfaction So when a mad lad piece comes on what's the reaction Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Now the sun is falling night is calling but we all in a daze Mind filled with purple haze from the blunt we just blazed Lines about eight deep eat sleep and dream lyrics If you got no flip in your script we aren't trying to hear it The cipher's crazy tight like an undersexed stunt If you got skills then don't fake funk step up front Whether east or west coast set it with your best flow Which lets those who wreck know if you're in or should get ghost I play the scene in the background watching those who got the knack Count spot while those who aren't so hot back down A kid with his folks who thinks he got jokes tries to discs me But when I spoke made smoke and he was history Now aren't no need to beat around the bush punk so I'll be blunt If you had bigger lips you'd look just like a can't I rip flows and flip shows to whip foes and make me tiptoe away But hey you don't hear me though so ask your girl after the show Someone lied if he told you in a battle I'd be wacky Dionne Warwick and the whole psychic network couldn't see that So one-way what you eared-hay that's word to gig-bird-bay Rap in ig-pay akin-lay still kicking herbals to the herb gate Niger run up hoping they can come up and smoke Man I leave me done up and broken from ho-broken to Oakland Some one told you wrong when they said I was right for waxing Then backspin looks at the crowd and what's the reaction Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Hands got to clapping the fingers got to snapping Back and forth forth and back Back and forth forth and back Back and forth forth and back Back and forth forth and back