Wig Out

[Pete rock] Yeah. uh-huh. *echoes* It's called the wig out *echoes* It's called the wig out *echoes* *Whispering* It's called the wig out *echoes* It's called the wig it's called the wig it's called the wig out It's called the wig out *echoes* It's called the wig out *echoes* It's called the wig it's called the wig it's called the wig out [Cl smooth] Circulate us in the vein, set to ride the cracks on your brain Like a novacaine, I train to easy any pain (word?) Yeah, get your wig loose, I relieve tension The path to my lesson is the highway to heaven (ahh yeah) Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed (uh-huh) Now you got a crush, makin dames wanna blush (yeah) I stomp out your campfire; liar, retire (uh) Cause none of these homefries here is oreida (yeah) The wiggy-wig get the big bread; known to break em like a twig (whoo!) Gimme beef cause I don't eat pig (uh) Who runs the joint with the flavors in the vernon? (uh-huh) Got _one life to live_, _as the world keeps turning_ (yeah) More, take a draw, then react to contact (uh) A buzz from my cuz I back as a fact (yeah) Just like the reverand, I make you wanna jump and shout (say what?) Cl smooth got the wig out. [Pete rock] It's the wig out, uhh It's the wig. It's definitely the wig Wig out! c'mon, ahh yeah Come on. yeah. [Cl smooth] With the pace of a racehorse, I cover like lipgloss Roll with force to get you wigged of course (uh-huh) The honey-coated brown eyes wise to the franchise Notice other guys, never twist his size (uhhh, uhhh) Bigger than life, I hit the wife undercover You discover when my dog ate the drawers off the mother (uh-huh) Called her greedy gretchen, my pet came fetchin And shot old yeller with the big smith and wessun (whoo!) Cl and double-x-l ring a bell Supplied by the inside, never been a shell Rowdy, but thoughts got cloudy, you choked In a puff of smoke, mics were lit, and then broke (yeah) Back and forth like a game of ping-pong (what?) I get the cypher going like cheech and chong (yeah) And glide through your system, on a funk rhythm (uh-huh) Honey don't pout, cl got the wig out. [Pete rock] Like I said. It's the wig. To make your head go. aoowwwwww! Yeah. it's like that. [Cl smooth] Cl, the a+, while you wear a f like a freebie With your nine lives this arrives, here kitty-kitty No more to savor cause I'm here to kick flavor The most common denominator, said none graver Sufferin succotash, a blunt for the cash Whiplash, flojo in a forty yard dash (uh) Solid like a?, never fall like rome A notch for your crotch so honey heat it I'm home (uh) My baby's a lovechild, say whassup to ya (uh-huh) Like dr. welby, I keep the boy healthy (yeah) Pete knowledge me, flip it over and it's sweet Entwined when I mentally design verse three (uh) Appears so real when the soul brother sun (yeah) If you rate it on a chart, it would be number one (uh-huh) Spread it like sauerkraut, the main event doubt You wind up in a rout, cl got the wig out. [Pete rock] Cl got the wig. come on Cl got the wig out. yeah Shit is funky. Yeah. uh-huh. That's fresh. C'mon! ah yeah, uh-huh, that's how we're livin For the nineties Yes! yes cousin Gettin busy, uh-huh Yeah. It's the wig out! Wig out! uh, the wig out! The wig out. *fades*