Tekster:
Three Feet Cats

Try to find a reason why youre so lost within you Might want to express the feelings youve locked inside your heart Burning up overheated with confusion

White trash feel wave of discontent Lost your place in this society Your lack of perfection And direction its time you left it all behind White trashed

Under a bridge you sit alone Waiting for that empty mind The noise it drives through your head Like a sound wave from the core Under a bridge you sit

you This goes out to you, this goes out to you This goes out to you, this goes out to you Some people sleep five to a bed Three at the feet, two at

ain't got no dough Chick please, get in Dust your shoes off before you touch that flo' 'Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug I say you look to put your feet

to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to make mills, uh My nigga phats bossalini tells all the block cats Got a hundred

in the everglades, surfing the airwave Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly Shaolin cats be shiesty, strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey [Chorus] [Verse Three

bricks like cartwheel To all my thugs who puffed him To all my girls who hugged him You love him, yell his name Biggie I'd rather die on my feet, than

body count Watch it boy they'll show you how that shorty bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce I'm the most incredible, to ever do what you cats