Lyrics:
Where do I Start? Let's see what they wanna hear?
Let me see where I started at (Uh)
Hood cats are part of where it started at (No doubt)
We
Mister Five by Five
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
and a little bit of head rah
What means the world to you, to sex is sweet wit a cat who eat
What means the world to you, lots of cheese shopping sprees?
What
a ginger cat
He's very tall and thin
You would know him if you saw him
For his eyes are sunken in
His brow is deeply lined with thought
His head is highly
you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
What do we own? Not
When I only touched a frog
I'm quittin' you Momma
Packing up and I'm gone
I grabbed my matchbox
Pair of socks and ham and cheese
Put it in my lunch box
nigga
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high
Son you missin' out on was passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But
the pussy talking to me so I I talk to back like, uh
Hey kitty, kitty, kitty cat
Won't you gimme, gimme, gimme that
Hey kitty, kitty, kitty cat
Won't you
stone so you don't get wet
Don't push his head right under to gain one more step
You point out his flaws but you've got the claws
You blame that fat cat
came quick?
Them same cats on the most wanted list
We can hit them, then straight disappear in the mist
...Won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill,
"Yo, is this your cat?" "Awww, yes! Where'd you find him at?"
"He was stuck in a tree up by uptown Manhattan"
"Well, how the hell did you save him? Are
there ain't nothing the truth
Ain't another day goes by where I'm feeling
So much anxiety in my head
I don't even wanna get out of bed
Prolly gonna cat
his whole squad afraid to set it
Yo, I heard, son
Son, is rockin' iceberg Dunn
Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would
Head
boy, toy, not a Matchbox
Jealous hoes try to key it up, with scratch marks
That's the price you pay, when you park after dark
Narc's try to search her,
(ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
At the cat with two heads and the dog with eight legs.
(ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
The man has come between us,
ho ho
Everybody say
And check it out now
Who is the cat eating out on the town? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And make the whole dining room turn they head
of rivers
All aboard the freak parade
I cover up my head and pray
I'm praying for the cat with the cream
I'm praying for the cat with the cream
I
gat busting
Head touchers
Crooked train robbing gold rushers
Super Cat's sick, everything be cool irie
Pass the peace pipe like Chief Cocheese, yeah
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
left I realised I'm a godly creation
Huh
Uh, guess you know I don't believe that
You always knew I saw myself as such a cool cat
But you can just
afraid
I'm afraid now honey
I'm afraid
I'm afraid I will die tonight
Without you by mi side
So send your guardians for me
Black cat and a crow
clways
Who else is firm? Me and Travis, the on the dot cat
Better be a good lil' cat, hooker don't pop crack
'cause I'm Top Cat
[samples]
[Slick Rick]
Let me
This conversation's hurting my brain
Filling my head with pain
I don't give a fuck about the sun
So this small talk isn't very fun
I'd rather be
chat
Blah blah blah blah
I've been abandoned by my cat
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