Lyrics:
that's when I began to rhyme
Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine
Daddy was smokin' crack I was raised by a single mom
Fastin' every
and tell him business is slow
And see if he will loan us something, soon as he hits the dough.
Put the cat out in the hall and rumple up the room
Go by
[Puff Daddy]
Cats hate me cause I mastered this
PD the one who brought class to this
I brought a brand new 6 just to blast my disc
Pockets fool
me
Let daddy show you
Say just keep your head and cruise in
Come on baby give me this wild cat
Girl it's all I need
Come and make my day
Just keep your
ya daddy in tha pen (yeah)
Swerve on 'em
Actin' bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on 'em
Hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on 'em
through the streets so much my name clean
The only Crip gave the Crips a new scene
I done checked off the list of my dreams
Cats don't deserve the shit
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
Beotch!
Come on, yeah
Uh, uh
He-he y'all ain't ready
Come on now, turn me up a little bit
Every thing you
swayed
The war effort fails when devices are made
There's blights in our lines and
A heist in our safes
And the cats will go crazy when mice are away
Hey,
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
They don't know I call you sprinkler system
'Cause you sprinkle it like water
Don't tell your daddy you've be calling me daddy
But tell him Ludacris
Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented
Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
Mercedes rule and a rented Lear
Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat
He's a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
Mercedes rule, and a rented
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin'
and listen to him spit
While you sip your coffee
Once upon a time I met a SallyCat
She wasn’t an alley cat
But it might have been a play on words
Life’s
because of the non-fiction
Rhymes that get written, I don't know
So when cats is bullshiting and I'm steppin' it up
And if it get hot in herre? I'm wetting
Muley and little Muley said,
"They've been tractored out by the cats, Tom,
They've been tractored out by the cats."
Then Tom he walked
Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh
Now when he went down in Tennessee,
All my friends they was glad to see me
Seen some down by the railroad track
steady reaching for the stars
But it's only one
Rapper, your favourite rapper
This is no +Pun+
+Big Daddy+, no +Kane+, get the job done
I'm bout to stick
on the sidewalk
By a DynaFlow
When a voice within said,
"C'mon daddy, let's go."
It should've been me
With that real fine chick
It should've been me
With
up against the wall another statistic I know
[Chorus Z-Ro]
The streets always been my daddy
And mommy is the colleges
I'm a soldier and I'm about my
the hoe
* Leavin the kids at home I want to bone alone
We hoppin up and down like jack rabbits
So many kids put this on they daddies mind
* Never will I
[Intro:]
Can I talk to why'all for a minute
See the game has become a lil twisted
See you gotta cat like me imma east coast playa
Str8 from up
Or possibly herded, to the VA Hospi-tal
Where they got em under on roof
Where they can conceal the proof
You can see shit changin' cat it can't stay
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