Clifton - Kool Keith, Noggin' Nodders From Oakland

Yeah, straight from the ranch

Motion Man

J. Reno, Kool Keith

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)

Clifton!

Santiago

Keith, Telavasquez (PSYCH!)

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 niggas bad luck

My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall

I’m full ?, a hundred niggas 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

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.