[Kool Keith] Yeah, straight from the ranch Motion Man {*echoes*} J. Reno, Kool Keith {*echoes*} 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 Yeahhhhhhhh...
Chorus: Motion Man + Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
[M] Clifton! Santiago [K] Keith, Telavasquez (PSYCH!)
[Clifton Santiago] 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 Coppertone, I'm cappin on your kinky ear Bitches they stare, cause I'm WILD 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 Televas-quez, 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 ?, 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 chickenheads Barney and Fred, Wilma Betty Bam-Bam Pebbles (On different channels, lyrics)
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[Ev Dog] 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 Can 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 9-1-1 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 Hahahaha..
