Take It Off Lyrics - Dr. Octagon

(featuring Nancy Des Rose) 

[Kool Keith] New Nancy Des Rose 

[Nancy Rose] Keith you gon' hold this track down for me? 

I'm goin upstairs to change, I gotta get on stage 

Aight? I'll be back later 

[Kool Keith] 

My commodes are larger 

I call rappers to look at the feces 

800 pounds, my pet tiger feed 

You whack niggaz a bowl of doo-doo 

Anything you play my pee will stain 

Yellow spots from the pilgrims cause pain 

George Westinghouse started to like that beam on the mouse 

Imagine a apartment in Riverdale 

with 5 Belve' bottles with defecation on the couch 

Soiled clothes in the hampers 

Warned everybody, including your hype men 

Global maximum urine, piss on the core of the city 

Leavin New York police department with Pampers 

With KF's chicken baby, my uncle's Colonel Sanders 

Watch the mixtape, niggaz don't even know yet 

Pressin up homosexuals that ain't even pro yet 

I vomit on most rappers gettin off a private jet 

Australian orangu' tango 

A key to dog Asian that's my private pet 

Tighten up in Jersey kid writin some ol' cow shit 

while you watchin the Nets 

Your top performance is low to me 

Your chihuahua, that's your apex 

I respect the Taco Bell dog better than you 

Cause he's cleverer than you 

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[Chorus: Kool Keith] 

Shorty, just take off your clothes 

Take them off (I wanna take it off) 

Shorty, take off your clothes 

Take them off (I wanna take it off) 

[Nancy Des Rose] 

Palm trees, blue seas, ships to outfits 

I dip right into some jumpin mix 

Twist and flip it over to the other side 

The people say, "Oh la, chu la" 

I'm hot to trot, Hollywood can't stop what I got 

Like special stew in a pot, a remix recipe 

Go back to your shop, inspect your beats 

I'm recreating the streets, hits that fit 

You gotta go home to take that Prozac 

Cause your shit is whack, you lack the act 

I come with what attacks, don't counter contracts 

I stay packed with fly tracks 

Flavors everywhere, I dare you to try and fly with me 

Full speed ahead, you got no deal 

I'm the real, down Melrose on a shopping spree 

Something for me, usually some fly shit 

Made just for me on an island in the highlands 

You can't reach me, you can't teach me 

I'm way out in the Pacific, Atlantic, the Red Sea 

It's all just a breeze 

A real, a meal, I heal, open all the seals 

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[Chorus] 

[uncredited rapper] 

Yo... yo, yo, yo 

Let me take you there, UHH, UHH 

C'mon, bash the club, we don't care 

Strippers lapdance, shakin they tail, it's a crazy night 

We take 'em out like every night 

Let's go, that's how we do, back to the city 

Crack backs real fast in the quickie 

I know you like that, G-strings come off 

with your black tights, we can go nuts 

Slap that ass... UHH 

We can get drunk, smack that ass 

Those high boots 

Full length fishnet black body suits 

A sexy tan (yeah) 

I'm a big fan, big fan baby 

Chicks love me, call me a big man 

A freak by nature, don't be a hater 

Drink it up right out of the alligators 

Yo, we in the elevator 

Gettin naked, Bonaventure 

They can see us, baby don't fake it 

[Chorus]