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Y’All Cats歌词
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    (Ooohhh, mmm)
    Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
    That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)
    Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
    Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
    I got that shit y'all
    I got that shit y'all
    Uh yo yo
    Crackman and I'm at it again
    Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
    When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
    Got the mink on - same color the Range
    Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone
    Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
    Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
    I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
    Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
    Drunk of off Henny and the Joe keep burnin
    Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
    I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
    Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
    Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
    Terror Squad man you know who we are
    Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
    Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
    Off up in the club, whylin like what
    Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
    Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
    And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
    And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
    We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
    Yea uh, yea yea yo
    Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
    Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
    Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
    Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
    Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
    Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
    In Miami, pool-party off the chain
    Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
    Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit
    It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with
    Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
    Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
    True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
    I'm on E feelin ready and hot
    I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the pennies atop
    Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
    Off up in the club, whylin like what
    Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
    Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
    And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
    And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
    We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
    Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
    Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
    Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
    Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
    Some of these kids is doin they own thing
    But none of these kids stack chips like us
    Some of these cats is doin they own thing
    But none of these cats run tricks like us
    Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
    Off up in the club, whylin like what
    Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
    Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
    And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
    And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
    We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
    Haha, yeah uh
    You know what this is
    Chi-town - BX
    What the fuck what?
    Out...

  • (Ooohhh, mmm)
    Yea, uh, uh (Fat Joe and the R)
    That shit y'all (Breakin shit down)
    Shake that, funky, funky, funky (Yeah)
    Sticky, icky, icky - yeah uh
    I got that shit y'all
    I got that shit y'all
    Uh yo yo
    Crackman and I'm at it again
    Niggas had they run, now it's time for change
    When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain
    Got the mink on - same color the Range
    Uh, pour liqour for my nigga that's gone
    Big Pun! Then we party like we just came home
    Fuck a bitch if she act to grown
    I don't need that shit, I got my wife at home
    Uh words slurrin, dirty urine
    Drunk of off Henny and the Joe keep burnin
    Dancin with shorty and her friend keep flirtin
    I don't always crush two but tonight seems certain
    Party hard like "Fuck all y'all!"
    Bottles in the air like we stuck up the bar
    Terror Squad man you know who we are
    Cruise through ya block and them drop-top Bentley's is ours
    Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
    Off up in the club, whylin like what
    Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
    Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
    And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
    And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
    We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
    Yea uh, yea yea yo
    Everybody wanna know where the crib's at
    Niggas just now gettin ice, so we get that
    Mami starin at me like she wanna get kidnapped
    Money lookin happy with his wife but we triz that
    Along with Lisa, Aisha, Shonda, Renee
    Even ran through the dorms down in Morgan State
    In Miami, pool-party off the chain
    Gettin brains in the water on Memorial Day
    Uh, grand-mami all cool and shit
    It's ya birthday, show me what I'm foolin with
    Like no doubt, pokin doll out, pull ya g-string down south
    Owww! Pass that, give shorty a shot
    True enough we gon' see if she naughty or not
    I'm on E feelin ready and hot
    I give 'em twenty a pop, leave the pennies atop
    Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
    Off up in the club, whylin like what
    Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
    Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
    And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
    And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
    We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
    [RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
    [FJ] Yeah, Terror Squad, Rockland what the fuck what
    [RK] Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
    [FJ] Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
    [Both] Some of these kids is doin they own thing
    But none of these kids stack chips like us
    Some of these cats is doin they own thing
    But none of these cats run tricks like us
    Yeah, we thuggin, rollin on dubs and,
    Off up in the club, whylin like what
    Got Cris' on pop, Henny wit no chaser, mami don't stop
    Throwin up six o'clock, plus I got four hun-nies in the drop
    And my man Joe's got the keys to the spot
    And it's full with hunnies, panties with no tops
    We take a puff of 'dro be-atch
    Haha, yeah uh
    You know what this is
    Chi-town - BX
    What the fuck what?
    Out...

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