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the sounds of that boy Lil' O
Da Fat Rat Wit' Da Cheeze in the H
This how it go nigga

I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that

squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your

Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin' I get ten lives
Opps cats

where I stand
I'm the only nigga tellin' this willie shit first hand
Got damn
I got sunblock on catchin' a light tan
Floatin' on blue water, lyin'

The Hustle

The Pharcyde

Labcabincalifornia

1995

smoke
Schmooche cat, controllin' the whole scene
As my people choke, the hustle
I want to be down & all off into it
Like Russell Simmons, I like

and blue eyes
Pies, I's moving them
In the Hood I'm a hoodlum
I jury shop, My jewelry box
Remind me of Jerusalem
Cats let they Gats Blast fast like a Muslim

dyin'/
Kids ain't livin they tryin'/
"How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applyin/
Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners/
Rockin ever

Thick As A Brick, Pt. 2

Jethro Tull

Thick as a Brick

1972

says here that cats are on the upgrade (upgrade?)
Hipgrave, downgrades are rare, it's got that fat and old cat

In the clear white circles of morning

Resurrection

Public Enemy

He Got Game

1998

as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
 
Yeah that's right nine eight

Resurrection

Public Enemy

He Got Game [Clean]

1998

taking no shorts
And why'all need to know that
To make your head fat boy

be some CATS that's why they all be some actors
You probably only ever get that line if drama's your major
Don't got me a tailor
These beats they fit

Another Another World

The Creators

The Weight

2000

black and blue
Mc's sayin' damn what got it goin after you
Slam my microphone and do just what I have to do
Hey yo, I'd like to stop and chat but I'm

by the six stories, that's the coochie book
I could play the saxophone, I give her coochie blues
I don't even wanna fuck no more, this bitch coochie

and blue eyes pies I move
When I'm in the hood I'm a hoodlum
I jury shop
My jewelry box remind me of Jerusalem
Cats let they gat blast fast like a moosalum
I

a passion for cats and looking at football stats
That's when I started becoming a bit obsessed with words
I had a dabble with Scrabble and I wrote my first

balling out of Boston Tatum top em
I'm bout to spread like some (Rumors) I got some sense (Humor)
Ill bag ms. cats thats a (Puma) pockets is fat (Suma)
You

knocking heads on the North side

Walk up to the window roll it down like a drive by
Throw it back fat cat
Can you sit it on my lap
Show me what you do for

Blind Mice

Digital Underground

Who Got the Gravy?

1998

[Humpty-Hump]
Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust him
I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin

[Shock-G]
Little Boys in Blue and Red

99 Bottles of Beer Lyrics BY: D-Black

1st verse
I knew this player name Heineken his Boy Corona/
Old foster ran a juke joint on the corner/
Colors

and get her overheated ready to be treated
for the Schmooche Cat addiction affection
To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions
blue mountain

Bring It Out of Me

Pacewon

Won

2002

pepperhead from 164th

I stay shivery on cash delivery
Cats ain't never gettin me, high as I be
Get my think on, get my drink on
Cuban links on with my

A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I

fat cat fuck up
Meglomanianic millions
Green dollar bills be paying blue bills
See the sunset one more time, pay 14 white rotten pills, aye
And I think

a playground legend
Ugh, that nigga Freddie Gibbs
Doin' boys ugly illest in the cheese
Other rappers can't touch me
You thinkin' otherwise
Go against some other