Hulton Clint dubplate for Ritz, feat. Malia
Lyrics:
I guess you wonder where I been
Back from the East the crown to win.
I've come back to flop a sound
So you'll know for good:
I control this town.
My fans wondered what became of me
When the rudest vibes left this fair city.
Now they've come out to let me know
I'm the champion, for they all say so
I spread my wings and flew off like a dove
But now I have returned, to spread my love.
Welcome back, Ritz!
Don't go again.
It would feel just like we had lost a friend
It would break our hearts in two
For without Ritz Sound dunno what we'd do.
Welcome to the Ritz
The place where fashion sits
Got them gyals all in fits
Home of the hits
No, not the Top 40
Lordy, lordy
It's more like Cruisin' Around the Historical Bloc with George Lipsitz
And Hulton Clint
Makin executive directions
And historical connections
Through his musical selections
Winning everyone's affections
A place where love is free, never sold
A place where old is gold, never mold
The tea is hot, the beer is cold
Cuz Ritz will always up the ante, never fold
To cherish and obey, to honour and to hold
Married to Ritz Sound
Like a dervish to Allah
And when we whirl in our devotion
A spiritual motion
Like a gal who takes a notion
Ritz sails upon the ocean
Bringing cool sensations in the nation like calamine lotion
Ritz Sound works like a magic potion
To ease your blues away
To make you swing and sway
footsie-wootsies for your tootsies at the end of a long day
Ritz has got a heart that's bigger than the BP oil spill
My lyrics will address you
Undress you
Caress you
And give you such a thrill
I'll tickle your ivories, like Andre Previn
In a sextet that numbers seven
Then your matzoh I will leaven
I man Hulton Clint will take you to heaven
But if you're from some other sound,
I'll send you to Hell
I'll ring your bell
Dude, get a Dell
You know damn well
You can't compete
Can't stand the heat
So take a seat
But just relax
No more attacks
Don't worry your pretty little head
You're already dead
And full of lead
In a pinewood bed
With a shroud for a bedspread.
The Ritz Sound vibe
Keeps its fans alive
It's what sustains
They welcome it like monsoon rains
You're sound's unsightly, like
Underwear stains
Varicose veins
Chilled monkey brains
Gag me with a spoon
Fly me to the moon
Or the desert planet, Dune
Or better yet just change the tune
Change it back to something ritzy
Something shiny, something glitzy
Something deep, something hard
Slow and thick will do the trick
Like molasses for the lasses
Sweeter than asses in yoga classes
Not Nutrasweet for the masses
Honey para mi jaina
Guava jelly in your vagina
Maple syrup from New England
Stack of pancakes, Aunt Jemima
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
You know it's Ritz
The butter on your grits
The kibbles in your bits
Old Spice on your pits
Clearasil on your zits
Cayopectate for your shits
And As Sounds Match Wits
Ritz will come out on top
Make your fly-buttons pop
Make your panties drop
Make your heartbeat stop
With that son of a Wop
Hulton Clint, soon to be crowned,
With his musical mint known as Ritz Sound...
ROUND ONE
(you're soaking in it)
ROUND TWO
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpR6xIsH7aw
ROUND THREE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2lFZpF0sYs
ROUND FOUR
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlMXbIlmYmU
ROUND FIVE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLJLRG8rO7o
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