Lyrics:
strangers in paradise over flash
Sugar cane alley cats Lo in parade
With the black spades courvosier
Spillin on the rocks
Intoxicating
y'all cats, we always got guns
But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive
We gotta fuck somethin' up, dead or alive
Y'all comin with us, we live
Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
Shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu
But I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
I'mma
so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat
All cut up
All cut up
Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
out (you out?)
ABC-ya, bye
[Chorus]
[Chip]
I thought I saw a putty cat, I did
I did the humpty dumpty bashful grumpy quaker nabisco crisco kid
view
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic color, the public act
Let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Let the cats walk,
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
cats want to count my money
Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin
Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin
Feels so strange, how I maintain
to last in
When we get in the house, it's like its haunted
We got you shook, mad niggaz from the Brook', look
Enough cats with crack moes and mack hoes
Enough
if ya hear me say yeah
(Yeah, yeah, uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo I don't think y'all cats want Mac to release the dragon
Catch me in all
[Rah Digga]
Yo, this joint right here is dedicated to all them grimy cats
that'll stab you in the back, nah mean?
Disloyal ass niggas all in your
on black cat sing
Hate is gone, drippin' lies from the tongue
Demanding my all, well I don't walk that tall
I see they're comin'
Just tell me it
a lesson no matter how it's told
You can't teach a dog and a cat the same trick, Jack
Don't do it
[ VERSE 1 ]
Hitler was a killer, Frank Ward was the Mack
Stop, I know you cats livin a lie
You niggas rats you ain't willin to die
Chill, I spit it for my niggas keepin it street
Keepin they steel, all my niggas
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First nigga that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true
dis-accordingly
Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's
I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra
Battle Cat to Cringer
Medieval messenger, west
anywhere to know ya,
Take a long way comin' back;
Be your yellow bedroom cat
Makin' bread in your heaven.
And you're the reason I'm losin'
All my
away
Mr. Lif: Of course, of course, of course,
Disc Jockey: You know, but like yo this cat was running his mouth you heard?
Mr. Lif: What's up?
Disc
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo
Do-do-doo
Anytime of day
See her on her way
Straight down Liberty Road
Slinky like a cat
Trying to catch a rat
Oh, my
the sickest cats
Yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready???
See I exist
Karen she always declines
And we talk about
Karen by night
We imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat and a book by her side
We know
can't go now how bout that
I done turned these straight up niggas into stumblin' cats
An they mad at me cause they say I spit it to rough
An throw it
on the block
Watchin' all the cats negotiate the neighborhood stock
My job was to come runnin' whenever cops was comin'
My older brother I figure was the ring
Not cops
But that legendary nigga my pops
I bust shots like bums at a bar but far
>From a lush
Everything about this cat be plush
And I'm
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