[Kool Keith]
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Yeah, straight from the ranch
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Motion Man {*echoes*}
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J. Reno, Kool Keith {*echoes*}
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Kool Keith
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I used to rock a booty butt banger with a hanger
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Snap back with back slaps, bypass them corny raps
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Perhaps some action, maxin in the Turb' relaxin
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Unique investigator, sportin More alligators
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From here to Virginia, clubs when I step up in ya
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Tell the maid from my toes, to my shoulder blade
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Extreme act up on front stage, make em back up
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You get that workout, that head piece gettin slapped up
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Now turn yo' lip up, you drop that mic you turn yo' lip down
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I spin on stage like, blowin mics, make you sit down
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From here to North Carolina, 95 to South Carolina
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Atlanta Georgia Florida flowin down, like I'm water
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Mexican Indian, fly girls, the Puerto Ricans
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Pum-pum-pump the eight-oh-eight-oh-eight-oh-eight-oh peakin
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Now start spectacular, expert, them legs will work
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Bronx Bomber watch em strip, Eddy tip that fine mama
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Hydraulics expand, while drums bang like Gap Band
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I clap hand, take his mic, give him five to my man
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Switch his work to talent shows, I do concerts
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Light up shirts like 4th of July atomic fireworks
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Extraction attack, white backpacks on wack macks
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Yeahhhhhhhh...
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Chorus: Motion Man + Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
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[M]Clifton! Santiago
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[K]Keith, Telavasquez (PSYCH!)
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[Clifton Santiago]
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My name is Cadillac Clifton Santiago
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At the bodega, I need a fat sandwich major
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You know my switches, Impala drop, scrapin sparks
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I mack these bitches, white Asian Puerto Rican
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Black Russian Haitian, with jungle fever, I ain't hatin
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A cup more Coppertone, I'm cappin on your kinky ear
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Bitches they stare, cause I'm WILD cock diesel
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Boy hopin that I recognize they girls in this song
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Bodda-boom-bodda-bing bodda-bing-da-bing-bong, yo check it
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I call up Televas-quez, he's gettin ass
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And when he finish, call up Santiago and bring the cash
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I'm out to desecrate, move wild Western state
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I got your sister lickin ass, suckin hairy balls
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My occupation downfall and bringin niggaz bad luck
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My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall
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I'm full ?, a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies
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Like Greg I'm groovy, yo Bobby sit and watch the movie
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and kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin goofy
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She's on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her half
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They know I'm wild, I don't mess around with chickenheads
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Barney and Fred, Wilma Betty Bam-Bam Pebbles
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(On different channels, lyrics)
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Chorus
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[Ev Dog]
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Slidin through the back of the do'
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You didn't see me in the midst, with my pistol, Ev Dog
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Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you
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Walkin backwards, chosin jacket, turn around
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Gloves on, opposite hands
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Can you recognize me?
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I wear Blu Blocker shades so you can't see what I see
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Holdin a mirror up, so I don't run into nobody
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but I don't care, cause I know karate (HI-YAH!)
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Vulcan Pinch and that Yoga too
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Don't you know I'm Stretch Armstrong in the flesh
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with a mocha tan, and a criminal mind?
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Like Chairhead Chippendale, yeah
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Comedy? Yes, no? Maybe not
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But if I got a lip don't zip
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Baggy jeans on, walkin through a crowded room
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Avoid all contact with me, click boom!
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People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin
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Am I dreamin, drunk or just zooted out?
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I need help call 9-1-1 pronto
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My modus operandi is complete
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One down, many to go, others to show
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the argonaut is ain't no fuckin circus sideshow
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Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not
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Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal
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Hahahaha..
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Chorus 2X
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Clifton (Santiago)
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Kool Keith |