Paroles: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth. Wig Out.

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
It's called the Wig Out
It's called the Wig Out

It's called the Wig Out
It's called the Wig, it's called the Wig, it's called the Wig Out
It's called the Wig Out, it's called the Wig Out
It's called the Wig, it's called the Wig, it's called the Wig Out

Circulate us in the vein, set to ride the cracks on your brain
Like a novocaine, 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

Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed
Now you got a crush, makin' dames wanna blush
I stomp out your campfire, liar, retire
'Cause none of these homefries here is Oreida

The Wiggy-Wig get the big bread known to break 'em like a twig
Gimme beef 'cause I don't eat pig
Who runs the joint with the flavors in the Vernon?
A One Life to Live As the World Keeps Turnin'

More, take a draw, then react to contact
A buzz from my cous' I back as a fact
Just like the reverend, I make you wanna jump and shout, say what?
CL Smooth got the Wig Out

It's the Wig Out, uhh
It's the Wig, it's definitely the Wig
Wig Out, c'mon, ahh yeah
Come on, yeah

With the pace of a racehorse, I cover like lipgloss
Roll with force to get you wigged of course
The honey-coated brown eyes wise to the franchise
Notice other guys, never twist his size

Bigger than life, I hit the wife undercover
You discover when my dog ate the drawers off the mother
Called her Greedy Gretchen, my pet came fetchin'
And shot Old Yeller with the big Smith & Wesson

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

Back and forth like a game of ping-pong, what?
I get the cypher goin' like Cheech and Chong, yeah
And glide through your system on a funk rhythm
Honey, don't pout, CL got the Wig Out

It's the Wig Out
Like I said, it's the Wig
To make your head go, aow
Yeah, it's like that

CL, the A plus 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
Solid like a dough, never fall like Rome
A notch for your crotch so honey heat it I'm home

My baby's a lovechild, say whassup to ya
Like Dr. Welby, I keep the boy healthy
Pete knowledge me, flip it over and it's sweet
Entwined when I'm mentally design verse three

Appears so real when the Soul Brother sun
If you rate it on a chart, it would be number one
Spread it like sauerkraut, the main event doubt
You wind up in a rout, CL got the Wig Out

CL got the Wig, come on
CL got the Wig Out, yeah
Shit is funky, yeah, that's fresh
C'mon, ah yeah

That's how we're livin' for the nineties
Yes, yes, yes, cousin, gettin' busy
Yeah, it's the Wig Out, the Wig Out
The Wig Out, the Wig Out