Mr. Clean

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

And that's more than meets the eyeball

Now who wants to buy a brand new tsetse fly call?

Alright y'all, the speed was break-neck

Faster than the hi-speed, dual cassette tape deck

The distance was light-speed

He went to see a buddy who said he had some white weed

In case it might need, it didn't mean much

For in his lean clutch was the elusive green Dutch

Who that? Kinga, Vaughn's 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 is way too outlandish

He did his thing, spoke in a jig slang

And translate Einstein's theory of the Big Bang

He told his boo, "Boo, I put a spell on you

Stay with me, whether we broke or we well to do

If it don't work, the hell with cha

May the doorknob hit cha where the poor slob bit cha"

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

Jiggy hoe, who don't know as much as she think she know

One week 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 like Mr. Bean

V hit the scene like **** it, give me a Mr. Clean

Shit, tired of all this

It's too hot out here, to be having all this shit, man

Shit, take it off, take it all off, boss

No matter what the cost