Wig Out

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: 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 Ore-Ida (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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: 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

[Interlude: Pete Rock]

Like I said

It's the Wig

To make your head go AOOWWWWWW!

Yeah, it's like that

[Verse 3: 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 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..

[Outro: 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*