Cats and dogs are not our friends They just pretend They just pretend It's just emotions we invent Like photographs we put on shelves Cats and dogs are
chedda is mine We ain't, the type to sit back and lose focus Spit that mack-a-docious Most ferocious Cash all in my holsters Burn more bread than toasters You must know this, the cats
you broke So, the only thing left now is God for these cats And BIG you know you too hard for these cats I'ma win 'cause I'm too smart for these cats
gone Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on the speed dial Yo these funny talkin' cats
In the physical, one seems, like a lost body In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body But it's the odd shottie that got cats, likening
bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my family, my music Might
king? This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
Intro: You better fall back , nigga gon wit all that imma big dawg, got no time for small cats and i been known, most of you guys is all rap hide behind
bonkas Monster truck remind him of Tonka Diamond F color, plush gold still gutter My dealer's in the mills motherfuck' and I ain't studder Bitter sweet, my life's a musical
yeah Kardinal Offishall 'You dun know' Yeah, Figure IV, Mastermind (*laughs*) Your murder sells sometimes for a little bit of money Emcees make music,
little old country town one day A little old country band began to play Add two guitars and a beat up saxophone When the drummer said, "Boy, those cats
and shit it's nuttin' to it Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin' outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description
I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the mother**** lights down Esco whuttup? I mean, it's what you expected ain't it? Let's go Turn the music up
on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one (On one) We don't be trippin' off that (Nothin') Players about to be somethin' (Somethin') A music
n' roll All the flat top cats and all the dungaree dolls Are headed for the gym to the sock hop ball The joint is really jumpin', the cats are going wild The music
