down with Ball in the ??? with a palm full of smoke Rappin' niggas ain't no joke So me to the front of the boards With an MP and piano chords Gettin'
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
Miss Thing, what you got to say? We saw a honey just the other day A wild cat, a loud shirt Thinking up stuff just too different Wa, la, ba, loomba,
that I was the only one I didn't know you were only having fun I made a mistake when I went to your house You played with my emotions like a cat with
sitting by him he'd nod we'd turn the page Well the old piano's silent now it don't ring with joy no more Except sometimes when the cat jumps down when
g ride now cat is drivin', kilo on the side as they busted a U, they got pulled over a undercover cop in a dark green Nova cat got beat for resistin'
off I don't wanna move too slow Someone's gonna snatch you off I don't wanna move too slow I don't wanna move too slow And end up all alone I'm like a house cat
I always had To tell her to relax And a cat can slip in doors Through multitudes of cracks And it's funny what they'll do 'Cause cracks lead outside
Hyped up, iced up, polo striped up, might up They want fresh cuts, they rush all like big trucks Big house, big car, big dogs like big stuff Big piano
you and we damn sure don't need ya Frontin' ass always tryin' clown But be the main mother fucker havin' dinner downtown Mounds of niggas talkin' 'bout who got a funky cat
In Nineteen and Double-Aught A harlot who was hot to trot Gave a fine little bijoux to the world With a blacksmith for a makeshift doc In a cat house
gloomy day. You know, when the wind is high, And the storm gods race, and I'll be snugged up by my fire-place. Maybe feeding my little dog, or playing with my little cat
the Texas side, There's a little country joint where they let it ride. There's a boogie woogie man on the piano, An' all the backwoods boppers shoutin': "Go cat
alot. Wouldn't you like to get away? All those nights when you got no lights, The check is in the mail. And your little angel hung the cat up by it's
crazy little place that I know Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce And the boss is a cat named Joe He wears a red bandanna, plays a blues piano
of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope and a briar patch of berries takin over the slope the cat
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play It's just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy I know