Mr. Clean

[Verse] 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 (Ping) And that's more than meets the eyeball Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call? Alright y'all (pewm), the speed was break-neck Faster than the hi-speed, dual cassette tape deck (How far?) The distance was light-speed He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed In case he might need, it didn't mean much For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch Who that? Kinga, Vaughn 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 was way too outlandish He did his thing, then spoke in a jig-slang And translate Einstein's theory of The Big Bang Told his boo, "Boo, I put a spell on you And stay with me, whether we broke or we well-to-do If it don't work, to hell with ya May the doorknob hit ya where the poor slob bit ya" What you thought ya' darn skeezer? The G of a mack and the steez of a geezer A 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 Jinky 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, "Fuck it, give me a Mr. Clean" [Outro] Shit Tired of all this It's too hot out here, to be having all this shit on my face, man Fuckin', thick ass shit man, take it all off Take it all off, boss No matter what the cost