Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Paul K Laster, Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton
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Kool KeithClifton Lyrics:
Yeah, straight from the ranch
Motion Man, J Reno, Kool Keith, Kool Keith
I used to rock a booty butt banger with a hanger
Snap back with back slaps, bypass them corny raps
Perhaps some action, maxin' in the turb relaxin'
Unique investigator, sportin' more alligators
From here to Virginia, clubs when I step up in ya
Tell the maid from my toes to my shoulder blade
Extreme act up on front stage, make 'em back up
You get that workout, that head piece gettin' slapped up
Now turn yo' lip up, you drop that mic you turn yo' lip down
I spin on stage like blowin' mics, make you sit down
From here to North Carolina, 95 to South Carolina
Atlanta, Georgia, Florida flowin' down like I'm water
Mexican Indian, fly girls, the Puerto Ricans
Pum, pum, pump the eight, oh, eight, oh, eight, oh, eight, oh, peakin'
Now start spectacular, expert, them legs will work
Bronx bomber watch 'em strip, Eddy, tip that fine mama
Hydraulics expand while drums bang like Gap Band
I clap hand, take his mic, give him five to my man
Switch his work to talent shows, I do concerts
Light up shirts like 4th of July atomic fireworks
Extraction attack, white backpacks on wack macks, yeah
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, Telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, Telavasquez
(Psych)
My name is Cadillac Clifton Santiago
At the bodega, I need a fat sandwich major
You know my switches, Impala drop, scrapin' sparks
I mack these bitches, white Asian, Puerto Rican
Black Russian, Haitian with jungle fever, I ain't hatin'
A cup more copper tone, I'm cappin' on your kinky ear
Bitches they stare 'cause I'm W I L D cock diesel
Boy hopin' that I recognize they girls in this song
Bodda, boom, bodda, bing, bodda
Bing, da, bing, bong, yo check it
I call up Televasquez, he's gettin' ass
And when he finish, call up Santiago and bring the cash
I'm out to desecrate, move wild Western state
I got your sister lickin' ass, suckin' hairy balls
My occupation downfall and bringin' niggaz bad luck
My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall
I'm full [unverified] , a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies
Like Greg I'm groovy, yo, Bobby, sit and watch the movie
And kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin' goofy
She's on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her half
They know I'm wild, I don't mess around with chicken heads
Barney and Fred, Wilma Betty Bam-Bam Pebbles
(On different channels, lyrics)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, Telavasquez
(Psych)
Slidin' through the back of the do'
You didn't see me in the midst with my pistol, Ev Dog
Flyin' heads is my job, I will clobber you
Walkin' backwards, chosin' jacket, turn around
Gloves on opposite hands, van you recognize me?
I wear Blu Blocker shades so you can't see what I see
Holdin' a mirror up, so I don't run into nobody
But I don't care 'cause I know karate hi-yah
Vulcan pinch and that yoga too
Don't you know I'm Stretch Armstrong in the flesh
With a mocha tan and a criminal mind?
Like Chairhead Chippendale, yeah, comedy?
Yes, no, maybe not but if I got a lip don't zip
Baggy jeans on, walkin' through a crowded room
Avoid all contact with me, click boom
People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin'
Am I dreamin', drunk or just zooted out?
I need help call 911 pronto, my modus operandi is complete
One down, many to go, others to show the argonaut
Is ain't no fuckin' circus sideshow, Ringling and Barnum and Bailey
We are not Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, Telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, Telavasquez
(Psych)
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