Lyrics:
resorts, scrilla
How extort Killa? I extort killas
Man I caught killas, disarmed, fought killas
Cat frontin'?: pop pop, poor killas
Who more realer? Weed in
Do mi dis call "The Father Jungle Rock"
I in a pants an' a Rosie in a frack
But, c-a-t, dat a cat say, r-a-t, dat a rat
For, mi say, f-a-t, dat
the alley its a cat I hop in that (its a cat)
I tapped the gas threw a fit temper tantrum
For a fit for a fit
For a fit for a fit
For a fit
I spend 9 grand
Since you left me baby
I been running on air
Since you left me baby
I been going nowhere
This cat is in the doghouse
I'm wasted in the shed
dog bites harder
while the cat's away
over my shoulder
I watch you do the deed
fight much harder
or bury me at sea
(I know I'll bleed it)
(bleed
Word up! It's just a little
Somethin to tide you over, word up
The "KRStyle" album comin soon
KRS-One all in the room
We gonna bounce these cats this
iridescent charming cats down from trees
Mugler aviators hiding eyes that laugh when concealed
Saviour instinct tells me use your hands to drag her to peace
twisting fingers, staying dangerous
Did a CAT scan at the doctors, they say I got money on my brain
Got some lungs filled up with weed, and my bladder
you in love with the cat (cat)
It squeezing so tight, you can't let go
Know I got you hooked real bad
Why you lookin' at me like that?
Just tell
Back like it's exclusive
Wavy like a cruise ship
Look at Julie go
She all in the zone
Headlining this show
Mic drop and we go, ah
Boom cat, boom
I was makin´ it on down the street, when to my surprise I saw this
little bitty cat with big old tears in his eyes.
Now I could see he was standin´ in
on the low really hate
is that the price of cats being to great?
can I live without you all in my face? and ya hands high
see that's the shit that I be talking
of night
Oh the moon is full
My black cat Magic
Mesmerized by something in the hallway
Who's to say what's living in the darkness?
Who is to say if a black
kill your own partner?
I don't need no bars
This Wockesha not Par
Pull over, fuck her in the car
This a Cat not a Track'
I done lost it all, then
motherfuckin' drummer niggas
Yeah that kitty cat, give me that
I'm the type of nigga break your back then run it back
Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap
She
Octagon condoms with octagon tampons for women Became a frenzy Octagon gasoline people use it when their motors go empty Octagon dog food with octagon cat
round stuffed in the backpack
I don't fuck with these niggas no more, yeah
Niggas rat you out for the cat-cat
I done been stabbed in the back-back
I'm
talkin' age, but they will respect my space
Old cats put in the home, young cats put in the place
Just might be trouble
We get high, this my swornin'
If you cats got nine lives, I hope you brought a couple wit you
Or you won't live, your relatives gonna fuckin' miss you
If you a rat I ain't fuckin'
booty, ooh wee, got a **** glancin' every time that **** react
I tawt I taw a puddy cat, gimme, gimme, gimme that
Fat cat, don't act on a pimp
You got me
nuttin' but hide,
But fuck it, I'm a ride, I mite startin' sparkin' the h,
I send rap cats to god like mase,
And like the car accident, I'll put another
It's a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch
{They some nice cats} Nice cats? {Cool as an icepack}
Well alright jack {Discretion is a must
And now friends let me tell you about this cat that I once met
Smooth talker with an export cigarette
I don't believe I ever saw him without
may I ask to who you reach all the money so I
Don't sell the van
Can't find my,
Can't find my cat's got nine times
So let the poochie on the record
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