Lyrics:
and they don't
Turning heads everywhere you at
I'm a dog trying to get that cat
Looking good from the front and the back
You a bad bitch and that's a fact
plenty doctors with operations and lotions
Liposuction and face lifts and Noxema for old skin
You can't escape demise by taking some weight off your
cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat
With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho'
I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto
And all my
& reminisce upon the old times
Next he send his blessing through the distance of this phone line
Maintaning, plus your motivation hold me up
When times is hard
Shots with Steven
Gotta change clothes
When I’m dealin
Neighbours keep
Watchin they preein
Stay in the trap
I ain’t stealin
Hustle by nature
I’ll
soul, I'm only a rat
But a doggone cat can't run me back to my hole."
His little old eyes begin to shine
And he capped up more and more
And it made
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
flicks, mind's on the slouch
Back on the couch, heard the phone ring
It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long time no hear from
No doubt long
in (Come on)
It's go time, let the party begin (Yea)
Grab a wine glass and do it big
Earl Stevens or Brown Estate that all depends (Ugh)
Cherish every
them bitch ass twats
Backstabbed by bad friends, then I slap back
And end every single fake friendship
With my god damn backhand
It's me versus the world
I'm somewhere lost in the times/ lost in the lines I'm so divine I'm a rare breed they stop making my kind/ I'm back on my grizzle I'm back on my grind
to the cemetery
They don't know about me
War time roll out with pure gun man about me
They can't come around East
Who's that? Get back, draw for the Mac'
You
the birds chime in like good job!
And I'll be like thanks dog, keep chirping!
It's a Wild World Cat Stevens live your purpose
That's a gift and a curse, cuz
be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be
On My Way To You (O)
Steven Cade, Joanna Yaeger, Erik Halbig
DOC 22819
I can't buy back.. all the time that..
it took to realize
all that I had..
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
the water line
Don't separate hot and cold
She got stitched up bitchy by an old M.D
Now she's headed out to Hollywood or so I'm told
Now they call her
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
bricks
And if she comin back with zips than imma dip straight off the rip
Young Wavy got no time for tricks, I shift the whip right back to fifth
And no,
be the first part
Await many sequels
In which I will become
Colbert Steven Segal
And swoop upon unsuspecting foul like Eagle
Whose rhymes go back
There, tucked away in south Bejar County, in some old broke-down opium shack
Cat, she overheard a highwayman who'd been to hell and back
And he swore upon
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
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