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Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

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Well, now haha, what have we here?Come with it

Get down, get down, get down 2ce

Come with it

Get down, get down, get down 2ceIt's almost ten o clock, see I got a ball of lifted property

So I slid my beenie hat on sloppily

And promenade out to take up a collection

I got game like I read the directions

I'm wishing that I had an automobile

As I feel the cold wind rush past

But let me state that I am a hustler for real

So you know I got the stolen bus passJust as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear

This ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear

I see my ole school partner said

His brother got popped, pay my respects

Can you ring the bell? We came to my stop

The street light reflects off the piss on the ground

Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round

Which reflects off the chrome of the BMWWhich reflects off the fact that I am broke

Now what the fuck is new

I need lot, I sweat the motherfucka in the tweed suit

And I'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot

Eased up slow and discreet

Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet

Didn't wanna fuck up, the come on

So I smiled with my eyes, said hey, how it's hanging guy

Bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reactionDamn this motherfucka had a hella of Andrew Jacksons

I'm a thief or pickpocket, give a fuck what you call it

Used to call 'em fat cats

I just call them wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto

Master card or visa, I'd gladly accept those

Sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it

Got a mirror in my pocket but that won't stop no bullets

Story just begun but you already know

Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm already lowCome with it

Get down, get down, get down 2ce

Come with it

Get down, get down, get down 2ceMy footsteps echo in the darkness

My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist

I look down and I hear my stomach growling

Step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin

I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt

Link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt

All up in her face and her breath was like murder

Damn the shit, I do for a free hamburgerWell, you got my number, you gonna call me tonite

It depends is them burgers attached to a price, "Sorry, sorry"

I'm just kidding, I'ma call you, write you love letters

"It's all good"

Thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a Dr Pepper

That's cool you want some ice

Yeah, and some fries will be hella nice

Damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice dayI'm up outta here anyway, I use peoples before they use me

'Cuz you could get got by an Uzi over an oz

That's what an og told me

Got's to find someplace warm and cozy

To eat the vittles that I just got

Came to an underground parking lot

This place is good as any fuck, it's all good

Walked in, found a car, hopped itself up on a hoodAte my burger, threw back my cola

Somebody said, "Hey, it was a rented pig, I thought it was a roller

Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me

Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamboughini

It was Rollses Ferraris and jags by the dozen

A building door opened, damn it was my cousin

Getting offa work dressed up no lieTux cummerbund and a black bow tie

I was like hey, "Who is it", me

"Oh what's up man, I just quit this company

They hella racist and the pay was too low "

I said arite what was up in there though

"A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation

I know they got cabbage owning corporations

IBM chryslers and shit is what they seeing"Just then a light bulb went off in my head

They be thinking all black folks is resembling

Gimme your tux and I'll do some pocket swindling

Fit the change in the bathroom and I freeze off my nuts

Let's take a short break while I get into this tux

Grunt zipp, alright I'm readyCome with it

Get down, get down, get down 2ce

Come with it

Get down, get down, get down 2ceFresh dressed like a million bucks

I be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux

My arm is at a right angle up, silver tray in my hand

May I interest you in some caviar mam

My eyes shoots 'round the room there and here

Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier

Background Barry Manilow copacobana

And a strong ass scent of stogies from HavanaWhat no place where a brother might been

Snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men

All right, then let's begin this

Nights like this is good for business

Five minutes in the mix noticed several different cliques

Talking, giggling and shit

Well, one mother fucka gave me twits

And everybody else jacking it throttlingFound out later you know coca cola bottling

Talking to a black man who he's confused

We looking hella bourgie, ass all tight and seditty

Recognzed him as the mayor of my city

Who treats young black man like frank nitty

Mr. Coke said to Mr. Mayor, "You know we got a process like

Ice T's hair, we put up the fund for your election campaign

And oh um, waiter can you bring the champagne?"A real estate fronts as opportunities arousing

To make some condos out of low income housing

Immediately we need some media heat

To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet

Harrasing me everybody till they look inebriated

When we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it

Don't worry about the urban league or Jesse Jackson

My man that owns Marlboros, donated a fat sumThat's when I step back some to contemplate what few know

Sat down, wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo

Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy

Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community

This is how deep shit can get

It reads macaroni on my birth certificate

Poontang is my middle name but I can't hang

I'm getting hustled only knowing half the game

Shit how the fuck do I get out of this place?

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