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Kool Keith - Clifton lyrics
[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 |
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