Luyện nghe bài hát Clifton

Yeah, straight from the
man
J. reno, Keith
Kool

I used to rock a booty butt with a hanger
Snap back with back slaps, bypass them corny
Perhaps some action, in the turb' relaxin'
Unique investigator, sportin' alligators

From here to clubs when I step up in ya
the maid from my toes to my shoulder blade
Extreme act up on front stage, make 'em up
You get that workout that piece gettin' slapped up

Now turn yo' lip up, you drop mic, you turn yo' lip down
I on stage like, blowin' mics, make you sit down
From here to North Carolina, 95 to Carolina
Atlanta, Georgia, Florida flowin' down like I'm

Mexican, Indian, fly girls, the Puerto
Pum pum pump, the eight oh eight oh eight oh eight oh
Now spectacular, expert, them legs will work
Bronx bomber em strip Eddy tip that fine mama

Hydraulics expand, while drums bang like gap
I clap hand, his mic, give him five to my man
his work to talent shows, I do concerts
Light up shirts like of July atomic fireworks
Extraction attack, white on wack macks, yeah

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

My name is Cadillac Clifton
At the bodega, I a fat sandwich major
You know my switches, drop, scrapin' sparks
I mack these bitches, Asian Puerto Rican

Black Russian Haitian with jungle fever, I ain't
A cup more coppertone, I'm cappin' on kinky ear
they stare, 'cause I'm wild cock diesel
Boy, hopin' that I recognize they girls in this

Bodda boom bodda bing bodda bing da bing bong, yo it
I call up televas-quez, gettin' ass
And when he finish, call up Santiago and the cash
I'm out to desecrate, wild western state

I got your sister lickin' ass, suckin' hairy
My occupation downfall and bringin' bad luck
My name is Clifton salesman at the mall
I'm full [Unverified], a hundred deep up in the movies

Like Greg I'm groovy, yo, Bobby, sit and watch the
And kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin'
She's on my tab, better make to pay her half
They know I'm wild, I don't mess with chicken heads
Barney and Fred, Wilma, Betty, Bam-Bam,

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

Slidin' the back of the do'
You didn't see me in the with my pistol, ev dog
Flyin' heads is my job, I will you
Walkin' backwards, chosin' jacket turn

Gloves on, opposite
Can you me?
I wear blu blocker shades so you can't see I see
Holdin' a mirror up, so I don't run into

But I don't care, 'cause I know
Vulcan pinch and that too
Don't you know I'm stretch Armstrong in the
a mocha tan and a criminal mind?

Like Chippendale, yeah
Comedy? Yes, no? not
But if I got a lip zip
Baggy jeans on, through a crowded room

Avoid all contact me, click boom
People scatter stop that they resort to screamin'
Am I dreamin', drunk or just out?
I need call 9-1-1 pronto

My modus is complete
One down, many to go, others to
The argonaut is ain't no fuckin' circus
and Barnum and Bailey we are not
Wild kingdom of northern cal

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)

Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)
Clifton,
Keith,
(Psych)