Lyrics:
outside by themselves
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way twenty-four: feed them some cat food
One
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
from the same cloth
But I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Steven Paddock with automatic
together.
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Go to Bremen!
Once upon a time,
there lived a donkey, a dog,
a cat
And he shot a cat, i never got it back
Yo quiet down man
Y'all gotta hold it down! Let him rap
Please please! Please! Hold it down
Tretch investin' in
it was going to kill you, boy
It would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
There’s no more looking back
It’s looking up or looking down
of the
Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark
times.
ARTHUR: Good idea, oh Lord!
GOD: 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! Arthur,
amazing
Totally manly
So you understand
Alright, let's get back into it
When I
Sorry yeah
We're getting distracted by things
Wanna
Sing out
The words
My cat
realize all those times I was lonely
Praying for someday to hurry up and come and save me
But these are the good old days
These are the good old days
What up, okay if you ain't know it be one of the best of all time
Busta bust for short, for some better know me bust' rhymes
(What's good?) maintainin'
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
the truth is told
That you can get what you want or
You can just get old we
All know we have a finite period
Of time i just feel
If I'm going to be alive
I
And even back then chicks was starvin' the church status
You even had a car, favorite drawer that kept stack
Old school homies did nothin' but block red
a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back
can be our own role models in time
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
(uh) 'cause my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill knowin' I can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes it's
(uh) 'cause my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill knowin' I can kill this guy's whole fam
Sometimes it's
above LA frame the perfect view
It's gonna be another day of sun and shameless blue
By his cutting block the time has come for the fruit there by
time I pick up the microphone I drug it
When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes
I'm back in shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit
If
on the side of the road
Was throw-back convertible El Dorado
Memories getting me one by one
Right back to that West Coast sun
CHORUS:
Northbound drive
deadlines
Gonna kick back by the speaker stack
With the base kicks and the baseline
In all good faith and a smiling face
I'll be dancing my friends
As if life
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
collapse
Just be me and shorty riding in that thing all black
Every time I hit the FM it be same old raps
Niggas love to follow lead they sound like
And when our cats
Sleep on their backs
Their paws twitch
And we forget all of the times our parents dropped the ball
Oh-oh
And though I know that you
Might
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