Song | Clifton |
Artist | Kool Keith |
Album | Official Space Tape |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : 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) | |
Chorus | |
[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, shoes and jacket turned 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 ****in circus sideshow | |
Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not | |
Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal | |
Hahahaha.. | |
Chorus 2X |
zuo ci : 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 | |
Pumpumpump the eightoheightoheightoheightoh 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 | |
Boddaboomboddabing boddabingdabingbong, 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 nbsp?, 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 BamBam 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 Dog | |
Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you | |
Walkin backwards, shoes and jacket turned 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 HIYAH! | |
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 in circus sideshow | |
Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not | |
Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal | |
Hahahaha.. | |
Chorus 2X |
zuò cí : 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 | |
Pumpumpump the eightoheightoheightoheightoh 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 | |
Boddaboomboddabing boddabingdabingbong, 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 nbsp?, 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 BamBam 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 Dog | |
Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you | |
Walkin backwards, shoes and jacket turned 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 HIYAH! | |
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 in circus sideshow | |
Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not | |
Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal | |
Hahahaha.. | |
Chorus 2X |