Chords for Busta Rhymes - Make It Clap (Video / Short Form) ft. Spliff Starr

Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap. _ _
[Em] _ _ [Am] Hey yo, we about to take everybody [B] from every street and
throw [Em] a party in the Grand Canyon.
Come on!
_ _ Yeah, yeah.
See, y'all know what it is.
Yeah, yeah. _
Flip mode, baby.
Check it.
Hey, hey.
Ain't no faking the fluid.
Water dripping off asses of
women that's shaking it to it while I'm taking you through it.
No mistake in my crew, it's flip
mode, baby.
Got me acting all stupid.
Now I'm back in the coupe.
Just to tell you the truth
is that we have you back and they're ready to lose it.
Pushing Lambos and Hollies, rocking Roberto
Cavalli.
Now I got a new hobby, diamonds and tattooing bodies.
Watch me crash through the
party.
Go ahead and spaz, girl.
Tattooing the name of my nigga across your ass, girl.
We about to
blast, girl.
From here to Albuquerque like Jamaican niggas.
Rocking big chains and soccer
jerseys.
Take you on hotter journeys.
The way we put it down and be hitting, be having you shitting
more than a box of Hershey's.
We come to control it, we come to command it, and just for the record,
we always come to sell it.
New standard, act like you know.
In case you ain't knowing, in case you
ain't heard, and if you want us to sell it, just give me the word.
This one goes out to my soldiers
that be flipping them birds.
They're almost on these wigglers and they're shaking their curves.
Just make it clap.
_ _ Just make it clap. _
Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap. _ _
See you's a hot little mama's only right that I holla.
Love your face, love your smile, love that
ass and that product.
Make it bounce up and down like a six-foot impala.
Chill around with your
shakin' and dabbin' on your skin.
Too pretty and you love to wear Vicky.
Gucci and Cabana and your
leather up the stick.
You got a crib in the city where the jerry ain't fitting.
[Bb] Make it cruise [Em] down
the avenue and shop till you're dizzy.
Those are carrots in your pinky.
Have your neck and wrist
bling.
I can bless you with it all.
We will never say give me.
You can't pop yellow bottle push.
Lips and all models.
Boom, boom, on the car, they spot and stutter.
Gucci Gaga, I'm a flat little
nigga.
Boo, enough for you to dig it, bro.
Hit me up later.
We can go somewhere and kick it, bro.
The name is Spliff, baby.
I'll make your man hate me.
Steak and gravy plus my pipe getting crazy,
baby.
In case you ain't knowin', in case you ain't heard, and if you want us to send it,
just give me the word.
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds.
Now all my shorties wigglin' and shakin' they curves.
Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap.
And my most humble greeting, which is in the absence
of confusion this evening, my brothers [Gb] and sisters, my [Bb] name is Pastor Offering. _ _
And I want y'all to know [Gb] about all the sin [A] that be in war.
_ [Bb] _
Now please feel free to step up to the podium and [Eb] repent yourself for your sin.
[Gb] _ Son, come and receive [G] your blessing.
[Bm] _ Pastor Offering, I think I need a serious [N] blessing.
Son, in order for you to repent yourself from them horrible sins of yours,
you have to pass the offering.
And that blessing is gonna cost [Bb] you about a hundred thousand.
Oh, here's your blessing.
[Eb] Oh, hey. _ _
[Gb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Cm] [F] A hundred [G] thousand for _ _ _ _ a blessing?
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Dbm] Let's get it on and let me hit it [Em] with my fitted on.
Never mind the slow jam,
bump one of Biggie's songs.
Trip your lapel off.
Give me that butter so I'll open up wide.
My swallow and I'll let it off.
And _ _ if you want us to send it, just give me the word.
This one
goes out to my soldiers that be flippin' them birds.
Now all my shorties wigglin' and shakin'
they curves.
Just make it clap.
_ _ Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap.
[Gb] _ _
Just make it clap.
_ Just make it clap. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _