Clap Lyrics - Greatest Story Never Told - Saigon

We try our best to survive, 

We ain't running away 

And keep our heads to the sky, 

God will never lead us astray 

It's that stress and depression goodbye 

Chase all of our troubles away 

If we could just get it right, oh, oh 

Then everything should be OK, OK 

Do away with the club and the drug spots 

Do away with the judge and the mug shots 

Like we do away with the day when the sun drops 

Clap your hands if you're tired of hearing gunshots 

Or hear news about who got popped 

By another black man or knocking a white cop 

If I ain't there when they start the fight stop like ah 

Slow your roller or be cold as a ice pop ya 

We gotta start helping each other quit hurting each other 

Money you will have a nigger thinking 'bout merking his mother 

How does it feel being slaves to a dollar bill? 

Givin' ya something y'all can feel, are ya for real 

Do away with all the Chinese restaurants 

Do away with all the fakes Gloria Estefans 

Clap your hands if you gettin' in some real estate 

Buy the crib ma' the Benz with the wheels can wait 

I remember I used to instigate 

Now I'm the one breaking up the fight 

Making sure that detentions straight 

Let a nigga get the heart to push me 

I'll snuff the biggest nigga with him 

Show em that his partner pussy 

You ain't gotta be soft to beat the peace 

I'm the like the Martin Luther King, then knock out some teeth 

Now I'ma flip it and shift it get it prolific 

'Case niggas just get it twisted 

Forget that I'm so gifted 

Do away with the jails and the group homes 

Like we did away with the shells and the two tone 

Clap your hands if you love it and just play shit 

Cause we don't just make songs, we make statements 

We try our best to survive, 

We ain't running away 

And keep our heads to the sky, 

God will never lead us astray 

It's that stress and depression goodbye 

Chase all of our troubles away 

If we could just get it right, oh, oh 

Then everything should be OK, OK 

Do away with the hip hop police force, 

Fuck the pigs, I was taught not to eat pork 

Clap your hands if you ain't forget what you came from 

Clap again and you're ready to see the change come 

I used to live in the same slum as Mike Tyson and 

That's where the knuckle came from 

Spring Valley had the same bond 

We had to stay in Higherland Lake 'cause we ain't have an income 

Now they on the track like when the train come 

Now ravages floor jack nigga I be sayin' somethin' 

And with my man Jus' nigga be Blazed 

You're just about to witness history made 

Clap, clap, clap, clap 

Clap your hands if you love it and Jus' Blaze shit 

Clap, clap 

We try our best to survive, 

We ain't running away 

And keep our heads to the sky, 

God will never lead us astray 

It's that stress and depression goodbye 

Chase all of our troubles away 

If we could just get it right, oh, oh 

Then everything should be OK, OK 

OK, OK 

We trying our best to survive, 

OK 

Tell me when we're gonna get it right 

OK 

Just keep our heads to the sky, 

OK 

Kiss that stress and depression goodbye 

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK 

Keep our heads to the sky, 

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK 

Tell me when we're gonna get it right 

All we gotta do is keep our heads to the sky, OK 

Hallelujah holler back if you hear me now, OK 

OK, OK, OK, OK, gonna be alright now 

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, 

Hallelujah holler back if you hear me now, OK