Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate So cats
? When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat Hot lights, camera, action, packed in Back to the front, eight cats on the blunt The tracks gotta pump
a stoop Listen to the truth that we spittin in the booth Might see me sober, on a mission with my troops Or in a alley, tipsy, pissin on my boots Why
in Boston, in Philadelphia PA, deep in the heart of Texas, on down the Frisco Bay. All over Saint Louis and down in New Orleans. All the cats want
to battle and to dazzle, ain't a cat you know that's nicer (whooo) That was battling for loot, battle for ya boots One or two cats got easy, started
all of his school teachers called him a loser Apple Bottoms, Red Monkey Tap the bottles, spend money on the Timberland boots At the dice game, the middle
Brooklyn, place mother starship voyage Holdin' two boys, cosmic of other planets nevoid Our space suits consist of apple jack hats and platform boots
We took over their parties and we stole their girlfriends too Well now I'm older and those cats are wearing suits They gave away their creepers and the sold their combat boots
conception, deception, lookin into your watch I see you weapon and it?s depressin, they?re diggin up in your thighs leavin deposits keep your closets open not your boots
. on the stoop, every summer switch boots Cats change they name, to Phil like a giant I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment This is for cats
three different states Gas, liquid, solid-Decelerate your heart rate I duplicate the sound god makes when he farts in space Make you say (indecipherable) Them cats
whip, know how these streets do men Three to nine, ?assist the gate or do rhyme? He got two in, from rich to ruin Some cats'll snitch they crew in Fresh
] You know me, Chanel popper boots, sweater to match A house by the lake with this cheddar from raps You see I need respect from the veteran cats They
I'm due for some bread Go head, name another click that could rap above us A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public Cats love it, boosie
: These days, a lot a cats is outta line Seems to me, like they need to get punched Yeah, but where you gonna punch em? Yo, the choice is obvious I'll
My niggaz never listen but i told 'em When i catch you at the game runnin game at the a.u.c. That later on we'd be bonin Fat cats i'm ready to tap that
fate wilson] Okay, i remember the days High rise, lil lefts, even stevens and faze Troops lotto and bk's those was the days High tech boots spray paintin
a close call out of my crew Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats Blast tracks like what