Yeah, straight the ranch man J. reno, Keith Kool
I to rock a booty butt banger with a hanger Snap with back slaps, bypass them corny raps Perhaps action, maxin' in the turb' relaxin' Unique investigator, sportin' alligators
From here to Virginia when I step up in ya Tell the maid my toes to my shoulder blade Extreme act up on front stage, 'em back up You get that workout that head gettin' slapped up
Now turn yo' lip up, you that mic, you turn yo' lip down I spin on stage like, blowin' mics, make you sit From here to North Carolina, 95 to Carolina Atlanta, Georgia, Florida down like I'm water
Mexican, Indian, fly girls, the Ricans Pum pum pump, the eight oh eight oh eight oh eight oh Now start spectacular, expert, them legs work Bronx bomber watch' em Eddy tip that fine mama
Hydraulics expand, while bang like gap band I clap hand, take his mic, give him to my man Switch his to talent shows, I do concerts Light up shirts like fourth of atomic fireworks Extraction attack, white on wack macks, yeah
Clifton, Keith, (Psych) Clifton, Keith, (Psych)
My name is Cadillac Santiago At the bodega, I a fat sandwich major You know my switches, impala drop, sparks I mack these bitches, Asian Puerto Rican
Black Russian Haitian with jungle fever, I hatin' A cup more coppertone, I'm cappin' on your ear Bitches they stare, I'm wild cock diesel Boy, hopin' that I they girls in this song
Bodda boom bodda bing bodda da bing bong, yo check it I call up televas-quez, he's ass And when he finish, call up and bring the cash I'm out to desecrate, move western state
I got your sister lickin' ass, hairy balls My occupation downfall and bringin' bad luck My name is Clifton Santiago at the mall I'm full [Unverified], a hundred niggaz up in the movies
Like Greg I'm groovy, yo, Bobby, sit and watch the And kick that hoe out that one tooth, lookin' goofy She's on my tab, make popcorn to pay her half They know I'm wild, I don't around with chicken heads Barney and Fred, Wilma, Betty, Bam-Bam,
Clifton, Keith, (Psych) Clifton, Keith, (Psych)
Slidin' the back of the do' You see me in the midst with my pistol, ev dog Flyin' is my job, I will clobber you Walkin' backwards, chosin' turn around
on, opposite hands Can you me? I wear blu blocker shades so you see what I see Holdin' a up, so I don't run into nobody
But I don't care, 'cause I karate Vulcan and that yoga too Don't you know I'm stretch in the flesh With a mocha tan and a mind?
chairhead Chippendale, yeah Comedy? Yes, no? not But if I got a lip zip Baggy jeans on, through a crowded room
Avoid all with me, click boom People scatter stop that they resort to screamin' Am I dreamin', drunk or just out? I need help 9-1-1 pronto
My modus is complete One down, to go, others to show The argonaut is ain't no fuckin' sideshow Ringling and Barnum and we are not Wild kingdom of northern cal
Clifton, Keith, (Psych) Clifton, Keith, (Psych)
Clifton, Keith, (Psych) Clifton, Keith, (Psych)