Lil Jon Snap Ya Fingers Lyrics


What’s happenin’? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik

What’s up 40? What’s happenin’?

What’s up Sean Paul? What’s happenin’?

Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it’s about dat time

To turn this thang on out

Now let me see everybody do this

Hey! Let’s go!

[Hook: (2x)]

Snap ya fingers! Do ya step!

You can do it all by yo self!

Let me see you do it! Ay!

Let me see you do it! Ay!

[Lil Jon:]

Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it

Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it

Do a step wit it, put ya hips wit it

All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it

You can’t do like me, I’m by myself

I do it so good, I don’t need nobody else

What’s happenin’, what’s up

Got da purp fired up

What’s happenin’, what’s up

Got Patrone in my cup

I pop, I drank

I’m on Patrone and purp, I can’t thank

I’m blowed, to tha do’

don’t know how tha hell I’m gettin home

[Hook: (2x)]


Straight from da bay, posted in tha ‘A’

Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin’ all day

Drinkin’ some Rossi, dyin’ off Patrone

VIP style, strapped wit my chrome

Look around tha club, what do I see

Everybody rockin’ from side to side to tha beat

Snappin’ they fingers, bouncin’ to tha groove

All by they self, that’s tha new move

Nigga where I’m from, we like to go dumb

I’m soakin’ up tha game, I’m seein’ how its done

I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace

Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it

Do what cha do, you and ya crew

They even got playa’s and thugs doin’ it too

The mo’ that I drank, tha more it’s lookin’ smooth

It’s nuthin to a boss, I can do tha shit too

[Hook: (2x)]

[Sean Paul:]

Chillin’ in tha bip, yeah we get crunk

Niggas poppin’ bottles and these bitches gettin’ drunk

Rollin’ up tha kush, put it in tha air

I’m throwin’ up tha E’s to let em’ know we in here

Brand new shoes, brand new tool

Pull out tha ol school, cuz I’m feelin’ real cool

Yeah I’m from tha ‘A’, so I’m leanin’ and rockin’

Snappin’ my fingers, then reachin’ for my glock BITCH!

Reppin’ my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck

When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck

Smokin’ on tha best, we don’t fuck wit dat mess

I bet you can’t do it, do it, do it like this

Yeah I’m back to tha track, back to tha snap

1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back

Dis is how we do it in tha ‘A town’

(and if you ain’t know) this how it go down

[Hook: (2x)]

Hey! Hey!