gettin it like Rich Porter Sonny came in for half a pit He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block from constop Pop pulled up in the CL5 his
you wit' a cat who ain't treatin' you right And if you wanna be happy you should leave him tonight I got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5, girl Let me
and drank my piss I stuck my fist up in her cock, she didn't budge or move it Sucking and fucking, man she loved to do it I bust 4, 5, 6 nuts in her
in one day Chucking up the deuce for S.A. I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho
something propa; he's in the morgue With his brains in a shitbag and a toetag on-gone This motherfucka must've thought he was a cat And had nine lives
Young and with that attitude Somebody finally gimme that I ain't give a fuck how I got it It was real as that So if I had to peel a cat Somebody was
? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat
be Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential." In
head, go head", cause I gots the cuts like Bobby, rappers are dickheads Choppin' they demo, I do it like Big Red My office hours are from 9 to 5, while
shorties we run round Play strike outs till sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town Talking cat
Sunny I'd share a scoop, Runnin shit like Rebels You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity - Pebbles Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
to your emotion, hang on to your emotion Could it be you've never felt like that That your mind's a cage inside the cage of cat That spits and scratches
Yo turn the mic up I haven't been in here in 5 years And keep the lights on we got company Ok, I don't think they gon' really understand this one right
, she into all that Gotta movie that'll prove that what I'm sayin' is all fact Bra and panties all black and some real tall stacks Suckin' titties, eatin' cat
Bentleys & all that sittin on yachts Yea man show these niggaz what your 1's like man What's up [Fat Joe] I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a week Let y'all
hold more songs then a goddamn jukebox That nigga like 2 Pac, 130 songs in one day Don't stop that boy gone hurt somethin' Make him sit there watchin' numbers (Hey) 5
He's been at the lowest of the low He's been at the top of the world And he still remains grounded, that's a trill nigga, street cat A fine young man