Lyrics:
on the floor, three by the door and a kitten sat on my head
No!
There’s three in the bath, two by the hearth and three on the window ledge
This poxy cat curse
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
As time went by we would speak less and less
But not for one second could I get her out my head
Out my head out my head man out my head
All the crazy loving
its ok
but there's demons in my head
From a Black Cat red wine love
From a Black Cat big thrill road
From a Black Cat long way home
From a Black Cat
dimension
Don't act like you ever cared when
You left me hanging there
All by myself is not so bad
I feel just like a stray cat
I feel like a stray cat (Like
(godamn)
I was just running around town
Chasin' all the cool cats
Guess I don't know how to act
Guess I don't know how to act
Uh
Look, check it out
I made
a piggy bank
Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic be -boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment adjacent
a crown on your head because you did as they said
I'll be pushing my luck while you waist your time guess who rules in the end
Good luck black cat, good
We were living in this matchbox
Well, it must be quite some time
I was slaving at the steel mill
Every day on the production line
And I
(bracelet), don't get blinded by the ice, oh
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper, logo look familiar? It's Power (where is he?)
the heads ready
Go cat go
Go cat go
Go cat go
High and down low
Do it like you did
On the brother with the fro
Good job baby
Get the crowd crazy
wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
them nailed to crosses
Crucifixions in our true religion
It's all by design
F*** a superstition
Let the black cat out the bag
If you come across it
to keep an eye. On the young fledglings,
when the birds went out, in search of food.
One day, a Cat was passing by the tree.
He happened to hear,
me ghetto up in heaven be a
Place where we all meet
Fresh out the box, no mistake if they off me
Strapped by the crotch
Gates waist like a car seat
Cold cop feet
Drive slow
Watch the houses disappear row by row
Head hurts
Sweatshirts
Eyes to the ground, a town of introverts
Cold sweat
Get
Good luck finding your bitch
My homie outside with a stick
In the matchbox swerving and shit
At the trap spot serving a brick
I never serve drugs at my
T-Flo
Thumb in your ass while I hit from the back
Animal cruelty abusing the cat
Yell out my name like a roll call
Bouncing that ass like a ground
a good disguise
Can't indulge in public
Folks might call me coon
So I grow you in my backyard
By the dull light of the moon
Spit one seed black
Mouth be
like I’m a marble head
Omega 3 for the kitty come get your vitamins
Ring ring
I’m making a cat call
I’m running to you cuz I won’t make that cat walk
is for the baller cats
All the cats
That want a bitch to lay on their backs
To hell with that
So Fox what you mean?
Bet I be a poor niggas dream
a fat cat
Man's going postal pap pap pap
Chitty bang bang whip
Gonna kill a child catcher
BBC actors
Digging up Thatcher
Treason I track the elite
On my
'head, Heavy)
So yo, you killin' me, baby
(Go 'head, Heavy)
Ayyo, Water's back, quarterback, thought of as a fat cat
I brought her that, slaughter
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