- published: 06 Jun 2016
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Cif is a brand of household cleaning products by Unilever, known as Jif in Australia, New Zealand, Middle East and the Nordic countries. Cif is the largest selling abrasive cleaner product in the world.
Launched in France in 1969, it was marketed against scouring powders as Vim, a creamy and hence protective but powerful domestic cleaner. Initially focused on cream cleansers for the kitchen and bathroom, it was launched using a now famous "skater" advert, which highlighted how scouring powders could "scratch like skates on ice."
Asia is Cif's fastest-growing market, and India its largest.
The Cif product is sold under the names Jif, Vim, Viss and Handy Andy, depending on which of the 51 countries it is sold in.
In Sweden, the United Kingdom, and South Africa the products were sold under the name Vim before this was changed to Jif, the launch name in Ireland, the Netherlands and Hong Kong. In 2001 the name in most of these countries was changed to Cif in order to harmonise marketing and product inventories across the continent. Despite this, many in the UK, and most in Ireland, continue to call the product Jif, as well as in the Netherlands.
[Hook:]
We up in the hotel so it's going down boo
And I gotta bounce to but you want a round 2
So I turn the lights back off and we're right back on
And I forgot I gotta fly back home 'cause now I'm saying
Where I'd put my passport? Where I'd put my passport?
Where I'd put my passport? Where I'd put my passport?
Where I'd put my passport? Where I'd put my passport?
[Verse 1: XV]
You climb on my cockpit, you at the front of my plane
I watch your clothes take off as soon as I open the lane
We in Nirvana, in the sauna, treat me like Kurt Cobain
And I'm in love like Courtney when you blow out my brains
Sex pistol, watch me load up and aim
I watch you cock that thing back and I just hope that it bang
The way I bite, I bet you like, have you growing your fangs
And now I can't get home and you are only to blame
[Hook]
[Verse 2: XV]
My number on that hotel P card, it was Spring B-R-E-A-K
In D.R where we are, I go up, she go down, I go down, she go up
See-saw, reverse cowgirl like yee-haw, gone and take my tee off
Take your tee off and I hit it like I teed off
In your thighs, I give you Chinese eyes then I knock your chi off
You know I gotta be off 'cause my plane leave soon
And now a nigga can't leave the room 'cause...
[Hook x2]
[Outro:]
We up in the hotel so it's going down boo
And I gotta bounce to where you went around to
So I turn the lights back off and we're right back on