Yeah, from the ranch man J. reno, Keith Keith
I used to rock a booty butt banger a hanger Snap back with slaps, bypass them corny raps some action, maxin' in the turb' relaxin' Unique investigator, sportin' more
here to Virginia clubs when I step up in ya Tell the maid from my to my shoulder blade Extreme act up on stage, make 'em back up You get that that head piece gettin' slapped up
Now turn yo' lip up, you drop mic, you turn yo' lip down I spin on stage like, mics, make you sit down From here to Carolina, 95 to South Carolina Atlanta, Georgia, Florida flowin' like I'm water
Mexican, Indian, fly girls, the Ricans Pum pum pump, the eight oh eight oh oh eight oh peakin' Now start spectacular, expert, them will work Bronx bomber watch' em strip tip that fine mama
Hydraulics expand, while bang like gap band 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 backpacks on 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, impala drop, scrapin' I these bitches, white Asian Puerto Rican
Black Russian Haitian with jungle fever, I hatin' A cup more coppertone, I'm cappin' on your ear Bitches they stare, 'cause I'm cock diesel Boy, hopin' that I recognize they girls in song
Bodda boom bodda bing bodda bing da bing bong, yo it I call up televas-quez, he's ass And when he finish, up Santiago and bring the cash I'm out to desecrate, move western state
I got your sister lickin' ass, suckin' balls My downfall and bringin' niggaz bad luck My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the I'm full [Unverified], a hundred niggaz up in the movies
Like Greg I'm groovy, yo, Bobby, sit and the movie And kick that hoe out with one tooth, lookin' goofy She's on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her They know I'm wild, I don't mess around with heads and Fred, Wilma, Betty, Bam-Bam, Pebbles
Clifton, Keith, (Psych) Clifton, Keith, (Psych)
through the back of the do' You didn't see me in the midst my pistol, ev dog Flyin' is my job, I will clobber you Walkin' backwards, chosin' jacket around
on, opposite hands Can you me? I blu blocker shades so you can't see what I see Holdin' a mirror up, so I don't run nobody
But I don't care, 'cause I know Vulcan and that yoga too Don't you know I'm stretch in the flesh With a mocha tan and a mind?
Like chairhead Chippendale, Comedy? Yes, no? not But if I got a lip zip Baggy jeans on, walkin' through a crowded
Avoid all with me, click boom People scatter stop that they resort to screamin' Am I dreamin', drunk or just zooted I need help call pronto
My operandi is complete One down, many to go, others to The argonaut is ain't no fuckin' sideshow and Barnum and Bailey we are not Wild mutual of northern cal
Clifton, Keith, (Psych) Clifton, Keith, (Psych)
Clifton, Keith, (Psych) Clifton, Keith, (Psych)