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Wiggin' out

(Corn)

I'm hetero aphobic you know that I'm down with two-step aerobics,
Me and Richard Simmons are swimming in the Benjamin's
top that a huh if you think you can.
Rappin' night and day I'll take your breath away?
some say I'm straight but you know that I'm gay
Cuz I'm happy as a clam but I don't want it
I'd eat a fruit like a banana and then jump on it.
I'm the cream of the crop I rise to the top
my homey Sled dog has got a 20 inch cock.
He's the silliest goose at the gander house he's what all the lady geese are gossipin about.

(Sled)

Check it out, I'm the S to the L*E*D to the D*O*G
with the giant cock that's me,
I were my sunglasses at night
with sunscreen cuz I'm so dam white a'ight.
It's the wiggita wiggita wiggita wiggita wiggaz yo,
were jumping around like jumpin beans down in Mexico.
We go crazy at the Bon Marche' sales
and ride the escalator without using the handrails.
Were living on the edge were not afraid to die
I'm in it for the p u s s y.
Why ask why? Let it slide
and break me off a piece of that cherry pie.

(Corn)

Who'd ever thought that a couple of chumps like us
would be hanging with Big Bird and Snupalupagus.
Smokin out with Oscar the Grouch,
oh shit here comes Bert and Ernie better put it out!

(Sled)

I'm a loc'd out gangster set tripping wannabe
coming to you hard from the streets of Sesame
We bring in cash in large amounts
you wanna know how much you'd better ask the Count.

(Corn)

Don't let us come across like were better than you
but we've kicked it with Scooby dobbie Do.
And I'll bend you over give you a smack
and if your shit is tight you get a scoby snack.

(Sled)

I don't mean to bust your bubble or get us in trouble
but I've kicked it with George Jetson and Barney Ruble.
Took weekend flights to places like Paris
mingling with celebrities like Ronald McDonald and Grimace.

(Corn)

Yo Grimace you purple fat ass
I'm gonna put you on a diet make you look good in spandex.
I'll bend you over on the big toys so you can be a big boy
and if you want a 4-some well grab some of the Fry Guys.
Cuz I got more lovin than Ronald ever had
you know I can stuff it more that Jordan can,
Cuz there's a whole lot of magic in this johnson that I'm flaunting
stomping on the easiest streets that I can walk on
in the "O" town
I came to get down
so take your thumb out of your butt and jump around.

Grand Puba part

Corndog
We are the missile that shoots the bomb
Spraying lyrics like bullets down in Vietnam

Sled
Ah yeah, Corndog has got it goin on
I nicked named him the Sparatic Leprechaun

Corn
I'm sparatic and ecstatic
Come on tell me what you want I probably already have it
Come on bitch you know that I'll bone yah,
After I give you this cubic zarconia
On the hands with the cuts what
You're fucking me now I'm fucking you little slut

Sled
The wiggaz bringin in the big bucks
We got more bills than a flock of ducks

Together
Quack Quack a ratti tat tat
Sled
You know that Corndog has got my back

Corn
You fuck with sled Dog
That shit is whacked
I'll have to pull out my gat
And start bustin caps fool


(CORN)

Well they say the way that I move my part
Is classified and studied in a school of art.
Like Leonardo, Raphael, or Donnetello
my shits always hard like the shell of a turtle.
I'll go down on you like a green snapper
you'll know right from the start what I'll be after.
I'll lick my lips and prepare to dive in
and in zero to six you'll be a cummin.

(SLED)


I used to smell like crap I had no friends
But then I got back into life with depends
And now I'm living large the diaper rashes don't phase me
So sit right back and let my lyrics amaze thee
I'm the master master bator
I go craze with the mashed potatoes
Everybody dose it so why's it an issue
Sledog is done somebody get me a tissue

Wiggin out

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