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Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats

Can you sing at the same time in more than one key
Duets by Rossini

of the ship's crew, barely alive,
reports being captured and nearly eaten by what he
describes as only the "Cat People"

Verse 1

Greetings I am know as Jungle

Never owned a gold chain
Never seen a diamond ring
Never worn a pair of Jordans
Now things are about to change
Living in a matchbox
Playing

on the blacktop
But she'll beat you to the matchbox
Got a blunt in the sky with the clouds in her eyes
Yeah I know what I want
Drop it baby yeah drop it down low

Brody got the mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop, one wrong word make it litty like a matchbox
Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks

No Love For Me

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

Keep yo hands in the air, 'cause we gon' take it there
And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care
Uh-huh, uh, what

Ain't no other cats got

one key
Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss?
And can you, as cats do, begin with a 'C'
(Ahh) that always triumphantly brings
Down the house?

will be distracted by the stink of dead cat.
 
Dead cat, dead cat, dead cat,
Dead cat, dead cat, dead cat,
Dead cat, dead cat, dead cat,
Dead cat, dead

Chain feel like Alaska
I'm so high like NASA
I'm so high like NASA
It's Rih Universe
Chain feel like Alaska
I got cars like matchbox
Dope up in

me that they gon pop up
Guess imma blow em away
Dress like a soldier, I ride in a tank
Grip on the stick and the drank
Pull up I swerve in a matchbox

Cat calls
Cat calls 
Shots in the house

Before I dream

Cat calls
Cat calls
Cat calls 
Shots in the house

Pitch black
As I woke up by the sounds you

Matches fit into a small box
That is where they stay dry
But once a match is lit
Will let fire fly
Straight up and down
Like words
Printed by

In My Life Forever

Usher

All About U

2000

[Answering Machine]
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.

[Voice on phone]
JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here

Matchbox clip for the stogey cigars
Roll in the crypt hope for triple the price
Dish licked cleaned by fixing a slice
Cap hits the head then it's all gone

change, no-one can change the world for us

We are raised by cats and dogs, fighting all the time
Generation x is lost, we are left behind
We all love our

I gotta be inside before these lights come up/ I remember black cats, pop snaps, and bottle rockets/ Barbie's pink Ferrari mane and Polly Pocket/ I

like this...

The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...

Louie the Cat is a clarinet.  All right, he's not really a
clarinet.  He's just --- you

[Intro]
[Answering Machine]
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.

[Voice on phone]
JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here

It's On

DMX

Behind Bars

2000

that drive-by 
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for

It's On

DMX

The Professional

1998

that drive-by 
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for

you rock will
Not make the swelling go down
Try settlin' down, we strapped
Mad chrome to grip
Last cat that had a bone to
Pick is a skeleton now
This

far away.
Then where should I go? 
Where should I head to?
How can I live 
leaving the old farm?


At that moment, 
some sparrows flew by 
and said

of men
Delegate now and then
Try to keep their minds totally blank
To appreciate loftier matters

Things that go over my head

By Derby Day!

By Nursery

basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up