Pete Rock - Wig Out lyrics

[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 novocaine, I train to ease 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 reverend, 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 dome, never fall like Rome A notch for your crotch so honey heat it I'm home (uh) My baby's a lovechild, say wha**up 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 sh** 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*