Songs with rhymes of snaps

It don't matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps
We bout to still make snaps

In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps
Somethin' inside of me snaps

Taste the ginger, mix it with the ginger snaps
Fool man, just givin you the flavored raps

So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no snaps

I bought a western shirt you know the kind with snaps
And the trumpet players playing taps

Checking my traps
Running my route
Collecting my snaps

I needs the mutherfuckin snaps
And since I grew up in a down hood, I gots to peel caps

We don't give 'em milk because that give 'em the craps
We feed 'em um, sausages and liver snaps

It's over she snaps
She heard it gives me a smack
Said that she's over my raps

that gangster glare, with gangster raps
that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps,

Who is the man with the hats with the snaps,
Droppin' the raps with the truth, to the youth that's bustin' the caps?

Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps
and ain't no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps

Sittin' in a crack house earnin' my snaps
Way before I was bustin em raps

Crusher came in with a handful of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot some craps

Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin we ain't real because we make snaps

And in fact, the moment you fear, all of that, you quote snaps
Well in a cell, did the exercises and wrote raps

Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps
Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps

Yo what's the haps on how we gettin' snaps?
Are we gonna shoot some cee-lo, or play a game of craps?

Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D. And I write my own snaps

Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snaps