Various Artists - Those Catz - Tha Future lyrics

Verse 1:k**a-Kc I'm in a whiptail smashin' it Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil's Advocate sh** Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this f** school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent But I slapped her, why? cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig n***a, bring the hook in 6 figures Chorus x2:J-Murda For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) Verse 2:E.J. Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies Cats f** with me cause I tell, "Let's get money" Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s Me and Jim Jones, stay fighting 2 on 20 f** it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap n***az still shopping up up in woodbury I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessin' me first Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the d**h of me first, test me, an'll squirt Best be alert, cause yo s**y could hurt Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a p**y chick I need a "Here ma, goof this in your p**y" chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy LADIES TAKE IT EASY Chorus x2:k**a-Kc To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever) Verse 3:Eddie-G Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while k**a get all of the women Bakardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll s** 'em If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to f** 'em Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em Have with a pie in they're oven sh**, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband sh**, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent My ratio up in here, f**ed 40 percent sh**, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda Chorus x3:J-Murda For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin' a Jeep Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever) And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet (Whatever) k**a (Whatever)