you in the mornin' Thug cats frontin' Wacker than Blinky Blink on the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin' fuck that real rug rats could
collect you in the mornin' Thug cats frontin' Wacker than Blinky Blink on the back of the maxima wagon babblin' about - nothin' Fuck that real hood rats
was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a mac, clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats
G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin' pasta but they love Zucchini Rockin Valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats
it's choke hold So what's cha'll want, don't dare taunt 'fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant Layin flat with the rats and cats By a cardboard
Verse 1: spliff star Yeah Heh A flipmode y'all (x4) Hah Heh Hahahaha Yo Yo, uh I spits rhymes for thug cats Neighborhood drug rats Hardcore Keep it raw
collect you in the mornin' Thug cats frontin' Wacker than blinky blink On the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin' Now that real hood rats
' Thug cats frontin', wacker than Blinky Blink On the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about nothin' That real hood rats could get it on, black Meet me at the tunnel where pussy cats
your chin *repeat 2x: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"* I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats Scratch
ain't fair, but we just dont care (beat change) Chorus: Ain't no other cats got love for me/ Ain't no gon cats bus slugs for me/ ain't no cats gon
, actin' like she miss this Playground just for her to play in the hay around Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
't like Lazarus Just black baby, where my soul be at Star spelled backwards is rats, let bra man rap I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats
got the man on his knees coppin' the 5th Don't f****** take care, cuz you can see the balls we break here Leave the one dead for all the cats who talk
the back When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk Fake the funk and get found dead
I'm poppin high burnin pistols and need no switch dials Dealin with cats lustin for scraps, whippin hustle cracks We block jostle, fuckin with rats, rollin
probably bust your chin *repeat 2X: first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen"* I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats Scratch
off the Bacardi to Moe [Verse four:] me) Yall niggas dont wanna try me Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead