Clydesdale Songtext
von Tech N9ne feat. E‐40

A Clydesdale, fly Gail
Thick as hell, got swell
Long silky hair, white tail
The bad is brought in there (Wyshmaster the beats), Clydesdale

This ain′t no small-time broke dame, no change (yeah)
This is guap off the top, she ain't joke mane (yeah)
Ain′t no foolery, mane, she with the game and ballin' hard (woo)
A hella thicky with them curves like holy God (yeah)

Meat jumpin' like the heat on the grease pumpin′
Now all the niggas all around they wanna freak somethin′
A little belly, but the jelly got enough pounds
To make the little booty bitches sit the fuck down

With that waggy tail, gotta watch out for grabby males
Gonna be mad he failed, he don't get to watch her shake them jazzy belles (yeah)
With that much back she only gotta few that hate
′Cause whenever she walk in the place, everybody be like, "Ooh, that ass!"


Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail)

Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail) (woo)

Thick, thick, baby from the ghetto and she extra thick
Thick, thick, honey from the suburbs, and she lit
Hit, hit, hit it from the back, lemme pipe that shit
Pitch, pitch, I′ma try to catch it like a catcher′s mitt (woo)

Pop it, pop it, pop it (pop it), drop it, drop it, drop it (drop it)
You the main attraction, you the subject and the topic (topic)
Wop it, wop it, wop it (wop it), baby, don't you stop it (stop it)
Put that arm up in the air and walk it, walk it, walk it (walk it)

Ain′t nobody like you (you), you do what you do (do)
Ain't nobody like you (you), the one you knocked the two (two)
Ain′t nobody like me (me), not even just a few (few)
Ain't nobody like me (me), I′m solid through
Man, she a-


Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail)

Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail)

Whoa, now, it's enough for them to go ′round
Those sounds like a packin' clap in showdown
Hell yeah, that′s what I came to see
I dig strippin' on TV, I ain't Jermaine Dupri

Play the right music, and she might move it
And some panties, skirt, and leggings fittin′ tight to it
Touchin′ on her without her consent is quite foolish
She got the right dudes with that'll make ya night news it (bah)

To be a Clydesdale (what?), you don′t got to dance
You can be in your waitress, dentist, lawyer, even your doctor pants (yeah)
She with money you ain't got it, there is not a chance to stop your plans (go!)
If out of you supreme money, gun you shot the bands

Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail)

Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she's a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
She a Clydesdale (Clydesdale), she′s a Clydesdale (Clydesdale)
God-damn, tail bigger than a whale tail (whale tail)

Clydesdale, Clydesdale
Clydesdale, Clydesdale
Clydesdale, Clydesdale
Whale tail (woo)
(Strange music, special collection)