Lyrics:
Digger you know who you are
Peepo, Hairy McClary, Mog the Forgetful Cat
Toddle Waddle, Cork on the Ocean, The Cat in the Hat
The Lion in the Meadow,
Wah dem a go do ah weh di general come? (yes)
Give him di mic and all a seat and siddung
Raggamuffin mr cat jah man him
Come fi sekkle down
When ever
You ought to ask Mr. Mistoffelees
The original conjuring cat
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees' Conjuring Turn
You ought to ask Mr. Mistoffelees
The original conjuring cat
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees' Conjuring Turn
Macy's, yeah
These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah
Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it
Beef? You know we gon' walk up out it, yeah
bottle o' booze (and I didn't have no more)
When I fell down - the cork flew outta the bottle (Plop!-glug glug glug....hic) - 'n spilled it
There's
be, somethin you cats got to see
and the watches be all types and shapes of stones
bein broke is childish and i'm quite grown
run up in the club with
And Parada be, somethin' you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in
And Parada be, somethin' you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in
You ought to ask Mr mistoffelees
The original Conjuring Cat
(sung) the greatest magicians have
Something to learn
From Mr mistoffelees' Conjuring
Yeah, epmd, yeah, nocturnal (nocturnal cats). a-yo check it.
[Nocturnal]
Yo dungeon master, time to draw let's see who's faster
Too late, blast
here
Stones on every arm, the crib is ten million
The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling
Four maids with four grenades
When the sun's in my
The greatest magicians have
Something to learn
From mister Mistoffelees' conjuring turn
And we all say
Oh! Well I never was there ever a
Cat so
the crib is ten million
The corks from Dom Perignon can't reach my ceiling
Four maids with four grenades
When the sun's in my face, all I do is lower
twisters
Shop lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in Cabrini green
Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists
But my man
three men, take on your whole staff and win
Look, labels stay messing with a cat's future
And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia
But I still keep
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From mister mistoffelees' conjuring turn
And we all say
Oh! Well I never was there ever a cat so
sounds tied down cop twisters
Shop lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green
Some cats I know like to splurge
This is the year for the barbaric and the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keeping it real
While you was pissing in your bed, we was
impossible because it's
A surreality
Empty bottles clash as they hear the
Corks proclaim a self-denial
A million lovers all of a sudden
Declare their love is
Chorus:
Thug love, to all of my cats
that went out of town to hustle and nevercame back
Thug love, to all my cats
that's in jail forever,
you'd keep the coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all been doin'?
Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave,
You ought to know about Mr. Mistoffelees the original Conjuring Cat.
(There can be no doubt about that.) Please listen to me and don't scoff.
All
And bricks was gettin' shipped outta East L.A.
It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
Fort Greene
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