Lyrics:
Diamonds on my neck look like cat piss
All a nigga want is cabbage
Got a shorty, she a bad bitch (Yea)
Drinking lean by the gallon
Smoking weed by
slangin
If it ain't 5 by the G
I wasn't payin
Loiter for the longest
My shit the bombest
Niggas always Ask
Where I get my chronic
Fuck a shops they
What the fuck? Who the fuck
Trying to fuck with
Sleazy fucking knuckle heads bring the ruckus
Popping like a fucking blackhead
Filled with puss
I'll
Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know
Bronze Age, Iron Age
Weaponry in stellar form, shelter finer by the day
Live stock and vegetables in rows behind the hideaway
Mesopotamia out
There's a way over you don't go
Count the days all silent, pinned and roped
Well there's dynamite in that tunnel for the matchbox in your head
You
(Huh?)
Pull up with the blade in my left hand (Huh?)
Right hand, got a box like a mailman
(Okay, alright)
Lil' Ziploc chillin' on a matchbox (Uh)
Hunnid
suspect all your coin has been spent through, and rent's due
For you, an authentic clown head painting (what's this for?)
Just to hang for good luck,
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
Like you was a squirrel (squirrel)
Lay me on the bed (bed)
Tongue between my legs (legs)
OOh you got me shakin',
I grip you by your head
You naughty,
I walk by
Cause my coats carefully kept and quite filled with pride
I'm the head cat so it's my turn to shine
Don't ask me when, it's my turn all
on these niggas, fucked around and scuffed my shoes up
Jealousy got snakes at my head like Medusa
I came from the lobby, used to make the fiends wait by
the window
When I speed by
Baby girl, this shit in my genes
Not no Levi's
Bagged a shawty from the three
She stay on the Eastside
Said someday we gotta take
Baaah
Dah da da da
Da dada da
Da da da
Baaah
Dah da da
Dah dah dahaaa
Katie was cool
With a different kind of taste
I was heads down
Didn't have time
Eternally grateful for the eternal
This pen strike like matchbox sticks
Produce that fire that burns you
Thick glasses like Urkel
Can't fuck with my
up
-needles in my arm, thinkin how these cats play tough
-real thoughts in my head,oh how I showed 'em love
-fuck it, from now on gotta keep my shit
{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got fifteen
He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide
He don't measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five
Got fifteen
know
I be the smoothest cat that you know
I be the smoothest to coolest nig to do this
I be the general go head nig salute me
I be the smoothest
Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw
For he's the master criminal who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard,
tell me it's all in my head why can't I get a witness
Fuck it I was never meant to be and now my own hater
Up the elevator
On the rooftop seconds later
callin'
San, Shii
Callin' my name
Go, Roku
Catch me I'm fallin'
Nana, Hachi
And I'll never be the same
Cat's eyes
So wise
(So wise)
Heads high
Go
Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
Man, cats don't know
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