J Dilla - Fat Cat Song lyrics

[Produced by J Dilla] Uhh, yes yes, y'all To the beat, and the S.V.'s is rockin it swift Yes y'all, lyrics just come off like shifts See when I'm on the microphone how fly I get Yes y'all, my crew don't take no bullsh** Bullsh** not never, never get wet up Your ho want to know why the crew's gettin better Not sayin sh**, just gettin my flows together Yes y'all, to the beat and What y'all, if you hear what I am sayin Hoes get dig down and get dug down when I start sprayin Cause when I'm on the microphone there will be no delayin No playin You think we soft cause we don't bust gats Others be like they're weak cause they don't k** in they raps (k** in they raps) f** that! We from the city of crooks n***as be dyin for givin them fake-a** looks'll Get yo', sh** took quick, check it in n***as pony down while the hoes Errol Flynn OOH, OOH! With the usual My n***as sip on chamille to a fruit Mentos, Mentos What do you get with fruity Mentos You get a phone # and a light-skinned ho Let me tell you 'bout redbone, she give a good blow Just to let you know that my crew is the dome The good ol' boys, flat out, we number uno The S, capital V-E-E My name is Baatin, ras O-Y-C Like to get busy, just, let me know I like a good freak, after a show It's nice to penetrate, a beautiful ho Pick up a microphone, then I'm at it again Tell the whole damn world that I'm, just a friend Rip yo' lady, because she called me her master Your whole damn crew wanna, do me slow Now I'm back, wearin yo' momma like a lambskin We can do this, like never before I'm a FREAK~! And if I tell you once mo' It'll be the third time like my n***a RL Mysteriously the S, prevail Like them n***as in penitentiary jail cell When you grip the mic boy you whack as hell And I can tell, and on the mic they call me RL This is for the n***as who get rail for rail Doin tricks with the mic like Michelle Farreil And I'm real with the mic boy as you can tell And my crew is the whole ride, you see we never would fail Or front subject, and if we do - tch, oh well It'll never happen thus we have protective shells And to the beat, my crew's never obsolete With techniques, either you six feet deep And to the beat, and you don't stop And to the beat, and you don't stop And to the beat, and you don't stop S.V. got the sh** that just drops And to the beat, and you don't stop And to the beat, and you don't stop And to the beat, and you don't stop S.V., is the in-fi-not And to the beat, and you don't stop And to the beat, and you don't stop And to the..