Top Cat

He in a bid nap, human being waste spittin

As I'm sweepin thru 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 box

A 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'ze awate

Although the ho better know

I want 4 mills a day

Who else is firm?

Me and Travis, the on the dot cat

Better be a good lil' cat, hooker don't pop crack

Cuz I'm Top

Cat [samples] [Slick Rick]

Let me hug her for the million, and again, great this vill-i-an

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 mice

Was 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 me

From 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 that

And 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 traf'

She's still a hooker snap, didn't

I tell you don't pop crack

Cuz I'm Top

Cat [samples] [Slick Rick]

Now 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 roaches

But 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 til she heard it

What was that?

Got her gun, she had a dozen, mad loud

And for a over honey lady, definetly 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 her

My mouse run across, shouldn't seen me stopped traffic

Thought the ho was gonna snap, better not pop crack

The who? Top

Cat