I got my first kilt back in 2004
I remember my first time walkin out the door
not sure what to expect from folks on the street
being so surprised that everybody I'd meet
was down, it was like being a movie star
people shoutin compliments from passing cars
I was like, damn, I don't know how to react
i'd expected static, but in point of fact
it was the opposite of that, so unexpected
I even rock it at protests when things get hectic
even the cops respect a man in a kilt
(...maybe 'cuz they play bagpipes when cops get killed?)
Regardless, I'm bringin back McSexy
rollin on the scene so ya'll can check me
Strollin super stylish and sweatshop free
like i'm the man that ya'll haters really want to be.
I got my kilt on - swingin free in the breeze
I got my kilt on - and ya'll can check my steeze
I got my kilt on - and my style is the nicest
I got my kilt on homie, cuz freedom is priceless
Kickin in oakland, lovin the sunshine
hangin in the park, just writin these dope rhymes
another perfect cali day, as I set out walkin
my people's on the corner shoutin 'what's up scotland?!'
holla back, and wave, I'm always amazed
how cool this city is, I could go on for days
life is just better when you've got the kilt on
seems to kill the divisions that this country's built on
take the brother at the stoplight light, hollerin at me
in his chromed out caddy, lookin hella flashy
askin me where he can get a kilt at
I gave him some names, and he said “I feel that”
suggested that he come to the scottish games
he said “hell yeah, but yo - I gotta change lanes”
I said “I'll see you around,” and he gave me a pound
rolled off bass pumpin with that hip hop sound
yeah, it costs a bit more then pants
but you can't mess with it when I do my dance
we get jiggy like Big Will – I mean William Wallace
Give the lasses a big thrill – from the tallest to the smallest
I can't walk 50 feet without compliments
cuz women love a man with confidence
besides the kilt looks good, it's just common sense
'long as you don't mind getting asked about your condiments
fa' real – people always askin what's under
that's for my lady to know, ya'll can go on and wonder
I ain't tryna steal your thunder, go on - do your thing
cuz I'ma keep doin' mine, and just let it swing
cuz the styles we bring are all about fusion
say let me lay it out to avoid confusion
we got celtic soul, rhymes for days,
hat cocked, kilt swingin, check the trail I blaze.
