Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth - Wig Out Lyrics

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 (ahh yeah)
Plus, what a rush, catch another one flushed (uh-huh)
Now you got a crush, makin' dames want to 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 'cause I back as a fact (yeah)
Just like the reverend, I make you want to 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 (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 (woo)
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

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

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 bone, 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 route, CL got the Wig Out

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