Clifton 歌词
| 歌曲 | Clifton |
| 歌手 | Kool Keith |
| 专辑 | Black Elvis/Lost in Space |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 girls in this song | |
| Bodda-boom-bodda-bing bodda-bing-da-bing-bong, yo check it | |
| I call up Televas-quez, he's gettin ass | |
| And when he finish, call up Santiago and bring the cash | |
| I'm out to desecrate, move wild Western state | |
| I got your sister lickin ass, suckin hairy balls | |
| My occupation downfall and bringin niggaz bad luck | |
| My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall | |
| I'm full ?, a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies | |
| Like Greg I'm groovy, yo Bobby sit and watch the movie | |
| and kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin goofy | |
| She's on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her half | |
| They know I'm wild, I don't mess around with chickenheads | |
| Barney and Fred, Wilma Betty Bam-Bam Pebbles | |
| (On different channels, lyrics) | |
| Chorus | |
| [Ev Dog] | |
| Slidin through the back of the do' | |
| You didn't see me in the midst, with my pistol, Ev Dog | |
| Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you | |
| Walkin backwards, shoes and jacket turned around | |
| Gloves on, opposite hands | |
| Can you recognize me? | |
| I wear Blu Blocker shades so you can't see what I see | |
| Holdin a mirror up, so I don't run into nobody | |
| but I don't care, cause I know karate (HI-YAH!) | |
| Vulcan Pinch and that Yoga too | |
| Don't you know I'm Stretch Armstrong in the flesh | |
| with a mocha tan, and a criminal mind? | |
| Like Chairhead Chippendale, yeah | |
| Comedy? Yes, no? Maybe not | |
| But if I got a lip don't zip | |
| Baggy jeans on, walkin through a crowded room | |
| Avoid all contact with me, click boom! | |
| People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin | |
| Am I dreamin, drunk or just zooted out? | |
| I need help call 9-1-1 pronto | |
| My modus operandi is complete | |
| One down, many to go, others to show | |
| the argonaut is ain't no fuckin circus sideshow | |
| Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not | |
| Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal | |
| Hahahaha.. | |
| Chorus 2X |
| zuo ci : 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 | |
| Pumpumpump the eightoheightoheightoheightoh 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 girls in this song | |
| Boddaboomboddabing boddabingdabingbong, yo check it | |
| I call up Televasquez, he' s gettin ass | |
| And when he finish, call up Santiago and bring the cash | |
| I' m out to desecrate, move wild Western state | |
| I got your sister lickin ass, suckin hairy balls | |
| My occupation downfall and bringin niggaz bad luck | |
| My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall | |
| I' m full nbsp?, a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies | |
| Like Greg I' m groovy, yo Bobby sit and watch the movie | |
| and kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin goofy | |
| She' s on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her half | |
| They know I' m wild, I don' t mess around with chickenheads | |
| Barney and Fred, Wilma Betty BamBam Pebbles | |
| On different channels, lyrics | |
| Chorus | |
| Ev Dog | |
| Slidin through the back of the do' | |
| You didn' t see me in the midst, with my pistol, Ev Dog | |
| Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you | |
| Walkin backwards, shoes and jacket turned around | |
| Gloves on, opposite hands | |
| Can you recognize me? | |
| I wear Blu Blocker shades so you can' t see what I see | |
| Holdin a mirror up, so I don' t run into nobody | |
| but I don' t care, cause I know karate HIYAH! | |
| Vulcan Pinch and that Yoga too | |
| Don' t you know I' m Stretch Armstrong in the flesh | |
| with a mocha tan, and a criminal mind? | |
| Like Chairhead Chippendale, yeah | |
| Comedy? Yes, no? Maybe not | |
| But if I got a lip don' t zip | |
| Baggy jeans on, walkin through a crowded room | |
| Avoid all contact with me, click boom! | |
| People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin | |
| Am I dreamin, drunk or just zooted out? | |
| I need help call 911 pronto | |
| My modus operandi is complete | |
| One down, many to go, others to show | |
| the argonaut is ain' t no fuckin circus sideshow | |
| Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not | |
| Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal | |
| Hahahaha.. | |
| Chorus 2X |
| zuò cí : 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 | |
| Pumpumpump the eightoheightoheightoheightoh 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 girls in this song | |
| Boddaboomboddabing boddabingdabingbong, yo check it | |
| I call up Televasquez, he' s gettin ass | |
| And when he finish, call up Santiago and bring the cash | |
| I' m out to desecrate, move wild Western state | |
| I got your sister lickin ass, suckin hairy balls | |
| My occupation downfall and bringin niggaz bad luck | |
| My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall | |
| I' m full nbsp?, a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies | |
| Like Greg I' m groovy, yo Bobby sit and watch the movie | |
| and kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin goofy | |
| She' s on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her half | |
| They know I' m wild, I don' t mess around with chickenheads | |
| Barney and Fred, Wilma Betty BamBam Pebbles | |
| On different channels, lyrics | |
| Chorus | |
| Ev Dog | |
| Slidin through the back of the do' | |
| You didn' t see me in the midst, with my pistol, Ev Dog | |
| Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you | |
| Walkin backwards, shoes and jacket turned around | |
| Gloves on, opposite hands | |
| Can you recognize me? | |
| I wear Blu Blocker shades so you can' t see what I see | |
| Holdin a mirror up, so I don' t run into nobody | |
| but I don' t care, cause I know karate HIYAH! | |
| Vulcan Pinch and that Yoga too | |
| Don' t you know I' m Stretch Armstrong in the flesh | |
| with a mocha tan, and a criminal mind? | |
| Like Chairhead Chippendale, yeah | |
| Comedy? Yes, no? Maybe not | |
| But if I got a lip don' t zip | |
| Baggy jeans on, walkin through a crowded room | |
| Avoid all contact with me, click boom! | |
| People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin | |
| Am I dreamin, drunk or just zooted out? | |
| I need help call 911 pronto | |
| My modus operandi is complete | |
| One down, many to go, others to show | |
| the argonaut is ain' t no fuckin circus sideshow | |
| Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not | |
| Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal | |
| Hahahaha.. | |
| Chorus 2X |
YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)