wild cats beat OU Oh friend I hope that your trail in life Has been good to you The day I was born They said you cried When you signed those papers And kissed
again I hope your records always break, your shoes make your feet ache I hope your luck will get stuck on black cats Until you want a kiss from me I hope your
streets, the ghetto made me conscious And I've been doin it since you rappin cats was still in diapers But it seems to me these cats are gettin too big
*featuring P. Diddy [Chorus - P. Diddy] Friday night everybody was drinkin And the house was screamin And the bass was kickin And it won't be long 'til
bubbled down ATL and hit the 'linas Then get clubbed with some dirty south thugs Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs Talk shit, put blood in your
I Behind my walls are my Cats. And behind my Cats is a Peacock singing to me of my death and yours. I said to her "In the silence of an eye, I shall
y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your highness
toast somethin' tiny that'll blaow Ain't gotta see Paul Wall, if you want somethin' shiney in your mouth I probably fool cats, cause I don't ride out
we'd all like to kiss pretty girls all day, unkissed since infancy, waste your affection on cats, i find myself singing all the while, senile old shuffler
you still kissing cowboys that cry, Josephine? She stole my grandmother?s watch, a treasure to touch To keep time to herself Her mind was a very big house
was crackin, what y'all thought it wasn't gon' happen? Dub C and my East Coast sisters gettin together rappin Gun-clappin, chump smackin, kiss the ring of your
lebanon House with the intercom Niggas is wild john to see the sinister on Money like maffia [? ? ? ] and [? ? ? ? ] ?®til feds get wise on ya Change your
!) I know chicks that'll suck the blood out your dick (King Kirk) I got this freek that'll suck you off in the movie theater so good that the cats
jealous, we killed Elvis I shot Reagan with the help of the secret service Super double agent, shoot your mother with my brothers favorite 12 gauge waving at your
that put it in your nose and sniff it. My record's like the DIRECTIONS to the road to riches. I knock down your door like Jehova Witness. And bring niggas in your
nuthin' you can tell me 'bout these cats that I don't even ram through a plan, too [Incomprehensible] Must I continue this? Might be a couple of cats
gritty like we in MCA's voice box Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix (Disc jock) It be some classic material kid (Disc jock) Got the calm cats blowin
, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your