Fat Cat Song

Uhh, yes yes, y'all

To the beat, and the S.V.'s is rockin it swift

Yes y'all, lyrics just come off like shifts

See when I'm on the microphone how fly I get

Yes y'all, my crew don't take no bullshit

Bullshit not never, never get wet up

Your hoe want to know why the crew's gettin better

Not sayin shit, just gettin my flows together

Yes y'all, to the beat and

What y'all, if you hear what I am sayin

Hoes get dig down and get dug down when I start sprayin

Cause when I'm on the microphone there will be no delayin

No playin

You think we talk cause we don't bust gats

Others be like they're weak cause they don't kill in they raps

(Kill in they raps) Fuck that! We from the city of crooks

Niggaz be dyin for givin them fake-ass looks'll

Get yo', shit took quick, check it in

Niggaz pony down while the hoes Errol Flynn

OOH, OOH! With the usual

My niggaz sip on chamille to a fruit Mentos, Mentos

What do you get with fruity Mentos

You get a phone # and a light-skinned hoe

Let me tell you 'bout redbone, she give a good blow

Just to let you know that my crew is the dome

The good ol' boys, flat out, we number uno

The S, capital V-E-E

My name is Baatin, ras O-Y-C

Like to get busy, just, let me know

I like a good freak, after a show

It's nice to penetrate, a beautiful hoe

Pick up a microphone, then I'm at it again

Tell the whole damn world that I'm, just a friend

Rip yo' lady, because she called me her master

Your whole damn crew wanna, do me slow

Now I'm back, wearin yo' momma like a lambskin

We can do this, like never before

I'm a FREAK! And if I tell you once mo'

It'll be the third time like my nigga Arell

Mysteriously the S, prevail

Like them niggaz in penitentiary jail cell

When you grip the mic boy you whack as hell

And I can tell, and on the mic they call me RL

This is for the niggaz who get rail for rail

Doin tricks with the mic like Michelle Farreil

And I'm real with the mic boy as you can tell

And my crew is the whole ride, you see we never would fail

Or front subject, and if we do - tch, oh well

It'll never happen thus we have protective shells

And to the beat, my crew's never obsolete

With techniques, either you six feet deep

And to the beat, and you don't stop

And to the beat, and you don't stop

And to the beat, and you don't stop

S.V. got the shit that just drops

And to the beat, and you don't stop

And to the beat, and you don't stop

And to the beat, and you don't stop

S.V., is the in-fi-not

And to the beat, and you don't stop

And to the beat, and you don't stop

And to the.