[Slick Rick]
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He in a bid nap, human being waste spittin
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As I'm sweepin thru an alley in New York, a stray kitten
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Dog chase a couple of blocks, shocks, tough being a fox
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He in a tux, check the scenario, he stuff me in a box
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A hundred home, why you cry, we went just like wine, cuz
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A appreciate of me, and kitten like writers
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Cuz of my tongue, wonder why I hits and unhand the fly kid
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To cut a bishop like she needed a home or a knockin
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Word, bit her off another like, not a committee, hit her off
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Not to mention, sweatin the kitty really off
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Had to do this, ain't no regular see the ruler's
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Wit this rich white lady sayin "Ain't he the cutest?"
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Clerk said on real estate, so in the car, we'ze awate
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Although the ho better know I want 4 mills a day
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Who else is firm? Me and Travis, the on the dot cat
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Better be a good lil' cat, hooker don't pop crack
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Cuz I'm Top Cat
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[Slick Rick]
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Let me hug her for the million, and again, great this vill-i-an
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Huggin me so much, she almost suffocate the brilliant
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Sad eyes, plus she had a bad pad, nice
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Said have to do my share of work, the hooker had mad mice
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Was like a fleet of them niggas, though was kind of fun to be
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Ill treatin them, clean 'em in, plus I thought was gonna eat them
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Cat food, this ain't none to me, see a rat, you come run
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More like hunt to me, you wanna get this shit from in front of me
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From Thanksgiving to, please now shout for somethin
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Can a nigga get some in, she wouldn't let me out for nothin
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I guess I could be called a brat, now a jolly want a fat
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So let me rub my head all up against her, so she think she all of that
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And every day of the week, sweatin was like a sand of stayin
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Would you lay off? I'm watchin Prince of the Wales
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You're in the way-o, mouse craze across the room
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Should of seen, he stopped traf'
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She's still a hooker snap, didn't I tell you don't pop crack
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Cuz I'm Top Cat
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[Slick Rick]
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Now come and the sex triggers, and his penis stiffer
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Bigger, said boy she surely sleepin wit a lot of different niggas
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In position as he coach this, doin the mood by the 'proach this
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And when the bitch she clean the house,
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you wouldn't have so many roaches
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But still she buggin and he comin, and the naughty wit the hut
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He fall asleep, burglar come, up shorty get the shotty
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Find me out, and nothin stun him, the hoes did love him
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Feed on a bitch, got up and chase me til she heard it
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What was that? Got her gun, she had a dozen, mad loud
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And for a over honey lady, definetly that wasn't a bad shot
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Police came and all of that, and now I hear her off, wonder her
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So I snuggle a bundle of, cuz I kind of grow fond of her
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My mouse run across, shouldn't seen me stopped traffic
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Thought the ho was gonna snap, better not pop crack
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The who? Top Cat
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Top Cat
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| Slick Rick |
