Top Cat Lyrics

[Slick Rick] 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