Thes One - The Cat lyrics

[Sample] Just about ready to do that thing Just about ready to do that thing And that ain't all Just about ready to do that thing Just about ready to do that thing And that ain't all [Thes One] It's the beat bumping, late night 4 AM Freeway anthem, full tank of gas Pa** others up, now alone on the road and keep goin' It's how I feel on the steel when I start flowin' Verbs not slowin', They showin' the P can get better In fact I ran a beat on track for varsity letter Earn, burn acetates, cold rockin' the shows Make Latinos slam down the dominoes Double K'll pose a threat to all you '05 pros To represent the land west where the sunset grows (if you go like I go) Then you best to move faster Cause we been rockin' since the days of black scratch masters Now it's all in different colors, yo that's cool to me Minority if y'all can still get down with the P Who didn't make a beat gay for radio play so you could feel it You in Walmart and see our CD, then you should steal it You could deal it on the corner with a sack and a brew (I'm gonna go down) We do the do Act dumb, drink beers with bums, dig through the crates Lookin' for plates and crusty girls with static that jam Like the rusty semi-automatic weight in your hand Spread gold 'cross the land like Midas owning a farm Thes One put the arthritis in your tone-arm when I'm [Sample] Just about ready to do that thing Just about ready to do that thing And that ain't all Just about ready to do that thing Just about ready to do that thing And that ain't all [Double K] The backseat and I'm wise guy Trouble we brew up, real slow The baselines is tough like three flies It used to be three guys, but now it's only two Rollin' up and down the coast The funk'll have you comatose You probably seen us on stage or wildin' at a discotec Up and down, any form of fast we love to catch wrec' And I'mma put that on my drunk drivin' homie cool Mike At any time cause my rhyme and wind'll good bind It's like vodka and Nyquil, a dizzy overk** The vibe'll put you in shock Like quick set, we got it lock-d down US bound like the players in '74 I know you paid at the door but we bout to give you more Cause we rich in flavor, plus we ya saviors Of ordinary underground rap music, (Word) It's time to lose it and your bitty come to kick it with the duo It ain't Darryl and John but them two brothers that you know Who stay solid gold, moving ya in the air Everybody in the house give it up for the strange pair We from beachy to bike, word you know that's right Ayo Thes, pack up the records, lock it up for the night I would say that I'm out, but there's a song after this So uh, I'll see you later [Sample] Dance, brotha Dance, brotha