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Top Cat

He in a bid nap, human being waste spittin'

As I'm sweepin' through an alley in New York, a stray kitten

Dog chase a couple of blocks, shocks, tough being a fox

He in a tux, check the scenario, he stuff me in a boxA hundred home, why you cry, we went just like wine

'Cuz a appreciate of me, and kitten like writers

'Cuz of my tongue, wonder why I hits and unhand the fly kid

To cut a bishop like she needed a home or a knockin'Word, bit her off another like, not a committee, hit her off

Not to mention, sweatin' the kitty really off

Had to do this, ain't no regular see the ruler's

Wit this rich white lady sayin', "Ain't he the cutest?"Clerk said on real estate, so in the car, we're awate

Although the ho better know I want 4 mills a day

Who else is firm? Me and Travis, the on the dot catBetter be a good lil' cat, hooker don't pop crack

'Cuz I'm Top CatLet me hug her for the million, and again, great this villain

Huggin' me so much, she almost suffocate the brilliant

Sad eyes, plus she had a bad pad, nice

Said have to do my share of work, the hooker had mad miceWas like a fleet of them niggas, though was kind of fun to be

Ill treatin' them, clean 'em in, plus I thought was gonna eat them

Cat food, this ain't none to me, see a rat, you come run

More like hunt to me, you wanna get this shit from in front of meFrom Thanksgiving to, please now shout for somethin'

Can a nigga get some in, she wouldn't let me out for nothin'

I guess I could be called a brat, now a jolly want a fat

So let me rub my head all up against her, so she think she all of thatAnd every day of the week, sweatin' was like a sand of stayin'

Would you lay off? I'm watchin' Prince of the Wales

You're in the way-o, mouse craze across the room

Should of seen, he stopped trafficShe's still a hooker snap, didn't I tell you don't pop crack

'Cuz I'm Top CatNow come and the sex triggers, and his penis stiffer

Bigger, said boy she surely sleepin' wit a lot of different niggas

In position as he coach this, doin' the mood by the 'proach this

And when the bitch she clean the house

You wouldn't have so many roachesBut still she buggin' and he comin', and the naughty wit the hut

He fall asleep, burglar come, up shorty get the shotty

Find me out, and nothin' stun him, the hoes did love him

Feed on a bitch, got up and chase me till she heard itWhat was that? Got her gun, she had a dozen, mad loud

And for a over honey lady, definitely that wasn't a bad shot

Police came and all of that, and now I hear her off, wonder her

So I snuggle a bundle of, 'cuz I kind of grow fond of herMy mouse run across, shouldn't seen me stopped traffic

Thought the ho was gonna snap, better not pop crack

The who? Top Cat

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