Kool Keith - Clifton Lyrics
[kool keith]Yeah, straight from the ranchMotion man {*echoes*}J. reno, kool keith {*echoes*}Kool keithI used to rock a booty butt banger with a hangerSnap back with back slaps, bypass them corny rapsPerhaps some action, maxin in the turb' relaxinUnique investigator, sportin more alligatorsFrom here to virginia, clubs when i step up in yaTell the maid from my toes, to my shoulder bladeExtreme act up on front stage, make em back upYou get that workout, that head piece gettin slapped upNow turn yo' lip up, you drop that mic you turn yo' lip downI spin on stage like, blowin mics, make you sit downFrom here to north carolina, 95 to south carolinaAtlanta georgia florida flowin down, like i'm waterMexican indian, fly girls, the puerto ricansPum-pum-pump the eight-oh-eight-oh-eight-oh-eight-oh peakinNow start spectacular, expert, them legs will workBronx bomber watch em strip, eddy tip that fine mamaHydraulics expand, while drums bang like gap bandI clap hand, take his mic, give him five to my manSwitch his work to talent shows, i do concertsLight up shirts like 4th of july atomic fireworksExtraction attack, white backpacks on wack macksYeahhhhhhhh...Chorus: motion man + kool keith (repeat 2x)[m] clifton! santiago[k] keith, telavasquez (psych!)[clifton santiago]My name is cadillac clifton santiagoAt the bodega, i need a fat sandwich majorYou know my switches, impala drop, scrapin sparksI mack these *****es, white asian puerto ricanBlack russian haitian, with jungle fever, i ain't hatinA cup more coppertone, i'm cappin on your kinky ear*****es they stare, cause i'm wild ***** dieselBoy hopin that i recognize they girls in this songBodda-boom-bodda-bing bodda-bing-da-bing-bong, yo check itI call up televas-quez, he's gettin assAnd when he finish, call up santiago and bring the cashI'm out to desecrate, move wild western stateI got your sister lickin ass, suckin hairy ballsMy occupation downfall and bringin niggaz bad luckMy name is clifton santiago salesman at the mallI'm full ?, a hundred niggaz deep up in the moviesLike greg i'm groovy, yo bobby sit and watch the movieAnd kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin goofyShe's on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her halfThey know i'm wild, i don't mess around with chickenheadsBarney and fred, wilma betty bam-bam pebbles(on different channels, lyrics)Chorus[ev dog]Slidin through the back of the do'You didn't see me in the midst, with my pistol, ev dogFlyin heads is my job, i will clobber youWalkin backwards, chosin jacket, turn aroundGloves on, opposite handsCan you recognize me?I wear blu blocker shades so you can't see what i seeHoldin a mirror up, so i don't run into nobodyBut i don't care, cause i know karate (hi-yah!)Vulcan pinch and that yoga tooDon't you know i'm stretch armstrong in the fleshWith a mocha tan, and a criminal mind?Like chairhead chippendale, yeahComedy? yes, no? maybe notBut if i got a lip don't zipBaggy jeans on, walkin through a crowded roomAvoid all contact with me, click boom!People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screaminAm i dreamin, drunk or just zooted out?I need help call 9-1-1 prontoMy modus operandi is completeOne down, many to go, others to showThe argonaut is ain't no *****in circus sideshowRingling and barnum and bailey we are notWild kingdom mutual of northern calHahahaha..Chorus 2x
