Clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
  Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
  Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
  I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat
  Uh huh and you don't stop
  Uh huh and you don't stop
  Uh huh and you don't stop
  Uh huh and you don't stop
    We in this Great Lakes state
  Eatin steaks 'n shrimp
  It's kinda hard to miss the crew
  Because we all got limps
  We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons
  The super saggy rags and the white trash connection
  No flexin, huh, know what I mean
  You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen
  It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin
  That shits free with an LP in circulation
  And we be wastin time
  Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
  It's all good times, thank the lord
  For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud
  We're tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns
  Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin
  Don't blink and don't think we're soft
  Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts
  We get mad props, wreck all shops
  Puttin stops on crews
  They get confused and lose, that's what we do
  Styles stem from pioneers
  Leavin suckers in awe
  And you get jawed for lookin queer
  Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall
  That's Top Dog callin out each and every one of y'all
  You get balls, you come and talk that shit
  But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin to fuck with
  And don't say we didn't warn ya
  I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
  Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips
  Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp
  I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze
  And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea
  A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
  And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be
  Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold
  Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold
  I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause
  I make more papers then trees
  See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria
  You fuckin with Top Dog
  Your fuckin with family
  No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear
  Any time you see me you should stand clear
  You see me in my Lincoln
  I'm in the clubs drinkin
  Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin
  You can check me, but that shit don't slide
  You can get your life took tryin to take my pride
  You ride with who, man that shit ain't big
  I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig
  And got gigs all money
  Detroit to Portland
  Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin
  Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you
  Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you
  I'm all about the everyday nothin at all
  See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin a ball
  I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon
  I might sit around, I might write me a tune
  I might go fishi' and again I might not
  I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch
  The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist
  A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed
  I dissed everybody and their mom for spite
  Cause everybody's barkin, but nobody ever bites
  Your talkin loud, sayin nothin
  Get you dad, get your cousin
  Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house
  Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out
  I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states
  I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates
  I do big plates eight times a day
  The crew be livin large at the seafood bay
  Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble
  Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble
  Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke
  So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked
  I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes
  I lose a little love with everyday that passes
  Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary
  I'm a very shy simplistic
  And get this, some people say I changed
  I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name
  A little extra game and extra cash could see
  You could fuck me, but don't put it past me
  You wanna bash me and got no reason
  I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons
  I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
  I live for what is, not what used to be
  Your all up in the past, that's ass
  Hear what I say
  I'm all about today and I'm a die that way
  Bitch