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Rat Pack [Happy Hour] (The Rat Pack) · Rat Music for Rat People, Vol. 3 (Skid Roper) · Paris Happy Hour/After Hour (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Rat Pack [K-Tel] (Frank Sinatra) · Magic: The Rat Pack (Dean Martin) · Live & Swingin': The Ultimate Rat Pack Collection [UK CD & DVD] (The Rat Pack) · Legends: The Rat Pack Collection 2-100 More Classic Tracks (Sammy Davis, Jr.) · The Rat Pack: 56 Great Songs from the Kings of Cool (The Rat Pack) · Rat Pack Collection [Madacy] (The Rat Pack) · Best of the Rat Pack [Cannon House] (The Rat Pack) – and 90 other albums »
behind This ride is a scream Happy hour turns hearts to dust Watch out for love like Ipecac A strange brew we're looking at Watch out for love like
of the rest of the mice runnin' wit you You pack gats then I'm fuckin' wit' you, But if you live by the gun you gon die by the fuckin' pistol [Chorus]
of the mice runnin' wit you You pack gats then I'm wit you But if you live by the gun, you gon' die by the pistol If the D.A. ask me to tell, I'm like uh uh
on tea And under the afghan we'll be, only be The rats have all scurried, the streets are all bare But tomorrow the hurried and worried and scared Will be
(yep) My momma knew I was (was) Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh) My first album
the world and Jimmy da earth out with Coat hangers Rap game and street game don't sleep Its a cold world better pack your own heat Niggas ain't happy
He had his marketing plan worked up He's gonna sell 'em all in big ol' jugs He wouldn't package 'em in a 6 pack He's gonna sell 'em by the pair
Rat Pack, get that shit tatted Fuck with me on Snapchat Talk shit and get clapped back Only carry-on is my backpack When I jetset like a war vet
that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille Not them throwback rats they be on showin' on college hill For real, I think my first album sold five mil'
albums. Doug- Boy. So, like, that's our song, Merry Christmas... Bob- Merry Christmas! Doug- And good day! Bob- Good day, everybody. Happy New
Slick Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick You Know What It Is I can't even lie
man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance
build The Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you I put the boy in
Grown man I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap
jet contrails so long that It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back To fast track
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk Country-fried, pack a blunt Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
the cartridge and start kickin' game like Acclam Those who you call Doggs rat your name Those who say they love you attack your change That's why I fold
a hammer than a nail ___________________________________________ *written by Bob Geldof *taken from the album "The Happy Club"
of being a clown Or an alley cat, or a dirty rat or a loud mouth brat Well, I am all that, so if you ask me, why I'm always in such a mess Well, ha, I just
dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your
float funny when you surfin' the water I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta You
when you surfin' the water I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta You a fool with
with me Had a ticket, cash that ticket, nigga go and get it On twenty-four hour lock down without no cell mate Playing chest all by myself, I got
baby, the nature of the business is unstable Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
at least penetrate you For an hour, maybe three yeah I can't go downtown much, all the working girl butts Ya know they really make my woody happy But