King Honey - Mr. Clean lyrics

Study your history -- Whoever don't? I pity-the-fool like Mr. T Knowledge: this degree, it ain't no mystery "What you gon' do" or "what you know" is what is to see And that's more than meets the eyeball Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call? Alright y'all (zooom), the speed was break-neck Faster than the hi-speed, dual ca**ette tape deck (How far?) The distance was light-speed He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed In case it might need, it didn't mean much For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch Who that? Kinga, Vaughn's younger brother A real live swinger who rock Louis Vuitton pleather And he walk around like he think he king Even made the hood-rats stop to kiss his pinky ring Like a soup sandwich on a hand dish Some say his language is way too outlandish He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang And translate Einstein's theory of the Big Bang He told his boo: "Boo, I put a spell on you Stay with me, whether we broke or we well-to-do If it don't work, the hell with 'cha May the doorknob hit 'cha where the poor slob bit 'cha" What you thought ya' darn skeezer? The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer True man of leisure, she must've caught amnesia Paid off the 8th grade fade or a Caesar He was known for his thick skin Part Zimbabwean and part Trini mixed in Big shot, sold a guy a pound of pig snot Said it was proven to remove stains and ink spots Kinky flow, dripped down her leg to her pinky toe Chinky ho, who don't know as much as she think she know One wink she stepped to him like a Slinky, yo' Wig like a mink skin, soft like Twinkie dough Then he kissed the queen, and told her she need Listerine Twist the green, it's laced with antihistamine Enough to make you make your face up like Mr. Bean V hit the scene like: "f** it, give me a Mr. Clean" sh**, tired of all this ... It's too hot out here, to be having all this sh**, man sh**, take it off ... Take it all off, boss ... No matter what the cost