Lyrics:
was his name
He was much younger and played a better game.
Now this cat was loved by all the people in the town
And he made a point to say that he's
cat over there for?
-he is my nigga, son.
Nahah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo.
-what you sayin,god?
I know that nigga--
-what? I gotta hold
that Kima chick that'll heat ya chick (ow)
Squeeze the click (ow) go home and get freaked again
Y'all know I like that sex wit the right cat
Rings
pussycat. (gard-damn)
I was 'posed to go
And get some nookie now. (gard-damn)
Took her by the collar
And I put it out... (out there)
Out
(Then the cat came
I had just got off the phone with my big Cousin
And I'm like...I'm like
Ketha we love you......
And you know its Lee Records
Its Lee to the death
to go off the deep end/ I got a lot of love for some ppl but we ain’t speaking (damn)
Shxt craaaaaazy/ never let the shxt phase
Now they know they gotta
-in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face
Some of the crowd finishes Arsonal's slogan
While other fans boo loudly
bout 4 in the morning
Jumped from line, gotta know I be soaring
Some of you niggas who rapping be boring
Hitting this shot have them hitting the flooring
Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir John
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize
they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob
Show ''em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, n****s talkin s*** get
just like you........
Lee Records.....
Tanisha what up tho....
You better kiss yo mom
You better hug yo dad
Cause you don't know when that time gone
empathy that I lack
Oh! oh!
Was that a low blow?
What a way to comeback
I'm on two lines of snow
So you know I don't fuck with hoes
I will leave you 6
a cat who chases a mouse
He keeps them from getting bit by the gnats
The skeeters and the flys and the bugs and the bats
And you'd think that they'd
know I'm rich (Mayne), yeah I'm from them burbs
I'll up some pape on you dummies, that's my word
I told dat boy Mari play 'round, I'll get you hurt,
know there's gotta some kind of
Chick up off in here that's got the hots for me
I'm about to get her
See I know there's got to be one sassy little
of the micro traumas in my life
Oh-oh
Some people leave their cats in
Some people let their cats out
And though this causes debate
We love our cats the same
Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne
She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can
She laid a big one on me-
just start tryin' to find me
Vest didn't just start getting slimy
Been in the streets and we know it's real
Been in environments where cats done got
My 4 by 4 got Kickback
Send shots better get back
Dropping bodies on this beat
And yea I know right where the bag at
Yea they think that Imma slip
skinny bitches never eat and stupid hoes with ass
I got some like Peggy Bundy
Her brain dumb don't go to class
But she do math know how to add
When I get
cats got confused somewhere man (confused)
About what hip-hop was, you know what I'm sayin'
Or what hip-hop is, (it's business yo) you know it
It's
Cool jerk, cool jerk, cool jerk, cool jerk
We know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
We know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
This cat
Cool jerk, cool jerk, cool jerk, cool jerk
We know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
We know a cat who can really do the cool jerk
This cat
a rapper nor a singer I'm a ciphered product an experience that was conduct created by nature
I'm ready to grab the mic jump into to booth to spit this
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