[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