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
Traducere: The Doors. Pisicile Dead, Sobolanii Dead.
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
uh uh I stood in jail, I will never tell uh uh Get the deal, I will never squeal uh uh I wanna walk but I never talk uh uh And that's that, I will never rat uh uh I said, ?You cats rats
you're through? (Cats... Rats...) The search is on so you just better run And find yourself another way Rob the dead they don't feel a thing Keep the living for another day (Rats
dog, while we bang to this beat dog Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat dog [Chorus] To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks Hood rats and them killa cats
my n***a G-Unit what up if i loan you tweny you know you got to gimme back forty i feel like a black democrat over throwin these n***as rats killin tracks fitted cats
you did it wouldn't been half as bad But you did it in spite and that just isn't right Only back alley rats take other peoples cats And then strike
done defeat ya Ride out and scout a safe hideout With a bounty on my head, that's the word of the moth Misfit and Red, wanted alive or dead But Billy
you better be creepin' But if you beefin', nigga you 'bout to be sleepin' Me and my dogs, we don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen, don't fuck with no rats
have the lot That's right dearie, show him what you've got! Old men, young men, take 'em as they come Harbor rats and alley cats and any kind of scum
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
