Yeah.. uh huh.. *echoes*
 It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
 It's called the Wig Out *echoes*

 *whispering*
 It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
 It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out
 It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
 It's called the Wig Out *echoes*
 It's called the Wig it's called the Wig it's called the Wig Out

 [CL Smooth]
 Circulate us in the vein  set to ride the cracks on your brain
 Like a novacaine, 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 wanna 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 cuz I back as a fact (yeah)
 Just like the reverand, I make you wanna jump and shout (say what?)
 CL Smooth got the Wig Out..

 [Pete Rock]
 It's the Wig Out, uhh
 It's the Wig..
 It's definitely the Wig
 Wig Out! C'mon, ahh yeah
 Come on.. yeah..

 [CL Smooth]
 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 (whoo!)
 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..

 [Pete Rock]
 Like I said..
 It's the Wig..
 to make your head go.. AOOWWWWWW!
 Yeah.. it's like that..

 [CL Smooth]
 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 ?, 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 rout, CL got the Wig Out..

 [Pete Rock]
 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.. *fades