| Song | Klap Ya Handz |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Dead Serious |
| 作词 : Hines, Porter, Weston | |
| Well uhh, ? ? ? ? is macaroni and cheese | |
| Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh 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-ba-bawa-bam-boom!" | |
| Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed | |
| My a-efx'll quote, when the bridge fell down | |
| And i'ma good ship with the lollipop | |
| Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black | |
| Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I'm krayzie like that | |
| But it's the cat got snuffed, or mr.red and his crew | |
| So roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make 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...... | |
| "klap your hands now" (x3) | |
| Bon voyage, look out below cos umm | |
| I got my socks on, the popcorn, the hubba bubba, yep gum | |
| Skippity 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, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? | |
| Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang | |
| I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes | |
| Stuffy-head, called for ? ? ? ? and fever, sow you to rest | |
| Tight rhymes, ? ? ? ? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff | |
| Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a ship | |
| Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships | |
| And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip | |
| In the morning, yawning as I stand for group check | |
| To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck | |
| Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque | |
| Because the a is for apple, the j is for 'ja back to book bets' | |
| And then s-k-double o-be on *? mansel? * | |
| So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands | |
| 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 doodly do, 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 til *? blow at twins? * | |
| The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more | |
| Cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more | |
| So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff | |
| See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts | |
| But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp 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...... | |
| A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? | |
| 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 outta roomers | |
| Yo some say I'm brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn boop | |
| But don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop | |
| But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo | |
| Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo | |
| Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, checka 1-2 | |
| Aiyo, sit booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who | |
| Kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're 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 everyone 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...... |
| zuò cí : Hines, Porter, Weston | |
| Well uhh, nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? is macaroni and cheese | |
| Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze | |
| Not, I gotcha trippin, yippitydoodaday | |
| Shucks, I' m makin bucks so umm hiphiphooray and then some | |
| Cos I' m a powsy wowsy ace boom coon | |
| So shout " wabapaloobabawabamboom!" | |
| Drayx up for sure dang, now that I' m flexed | |
| My aefx' ll quote, when the bridge fell down | |
| And i' ma good ship with the lollipop | |
| Left town so yiggityyack, you boogaloo black | |
| Oki doki, oopsy daisy, cos I' m krayzie like that | |
| But it' s the cat got snuffed, or mr. red and his crew | |
| So roll a spliff and rubadub and then ya make beef stew | |
| Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, doobydoo | |
| Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop | |
| Oops, I wibblewobblewobblewee while I make | |
| But hocuspocus and yippyyiyo, yay for dray and...... | |
| " klap your hands now" x3 | |
| Bon voyage, look out below cos umm | |
| I got my socks on, the popcorn, the hubba bubba, yep gum | |
| Skippity bum, you think I don' t know the time | |
| Well it' s halfpast a cow' s ass and I' m a real bad ass | |
| Yeah, shittybangboombang, yo who rang? | |
| Abracadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang | |
| I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes | |
| Stuffyhead, called for nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? and fever, sow you to rest | |
| Tight rhymes, nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff | |
| Or a uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a marvin, choose a ship | |
| Lickity split, cos flippitylips can sink ships | |
| And yo, a sandwich isn' t a snadwich without the miracle whip | |
| In the morning, yawning as I stand for group check | |
| To back up, I slap up, rrrut put you' re boo deck | |
| Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque | |
| Because the a is for apple, the j is for ' ja back to book bets' | |
| And then skdouble obe on ? mansel? | |
| So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands | |
| Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it' s time | |
| I' m on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam | |
| So, heavenstobetsy, golly wolly, gee whiz | |
| My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot | |
| Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, 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 til ? blow at twins? | |
| The name farmer' s up in me, need no give me no more | |
| Cos that soul lock ya stands, I can' t stands no more | |
| So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff | |
| See I' m sneaky freaky peaky plus I' m chock full of nuts | |
| But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp 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...... | |
| A diggitycap, my slipp' ry style is nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? | |
| 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 outta roomers | |
| Yo some say I' m brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn boop | |
| But don' t consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop | |
| But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo | |
| Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I' m talkin, yoohoo | |
| Can ya, can ya hear me? checka, checka 12 | |
| Aiyo, sit booboo sit, shit cos I' m the one who | |
| Kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you' re 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 everyone as I kick the jigsaw | |
| Microoked 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...... |