Therea??s a new lady in the neighborhood. Shea??s a pretty little thing and she looks so good when she cries or lies, I try to drive by her house
Dead cats, dead rats, can?t see what they were at, alright Dead cat in a top hat, wow, sucking on the young man?s blood Wishing he could come, yeah, sucking
Traduction: The Doors. Chats morts, des rats morts.
now you're through (Cats, Rats) The search is on, so you just better run And find yourself another way Probably dead, they don't feel a thing To keep them living for another day (Rats
s pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats
with prayer Petition the Lord with prayer You cannot petition the Lord with prayer Dead cats, dead rats, did you see what they were at, alright Dead
lot [WHORE THREE] That's right dearie, show him what you've got! [WOMEN] Old men, young men, take 'em as they come Harbor rats and alley cats and every
get me a lil bit more I'm a fiend for the bread, so the Ted is out for the cash flow I like them nasty hoes, them hood rats, them ghetto women I'm a
love you like me) [Verse four:] Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys Yall niggas dont wanna try me For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead Filled up
love you like me) [Verse four:] Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys Yall niggas dont wanna try me For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead Filled
probably bust your chin [repeat 2X:] first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen" I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats Scratch up
Runaway, runaway slave Runaway, runaway slave Livin' in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are
zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all Hah, heh, hahahaha, yo, yo, uh I spits rhymes for thug cats, neighborhood drug rats
ain't fair, but we just don't care. Uh huh, uh, what Ain't no other cats got love for me Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me Ain't no cats gon' shed
