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Tekst :

(Here kitty kitty kitty. Where s that cat? Here kitty kitty kitty)

Intro/Chorus:

Honey um yes um
take me to the crib and get naughty um
*repeat*

Verse 1: Treach

Are those bullets in ya bra or are your nipples glad to see me
Been wishin since I m three now I m finally seeing a genie
Open that kitty pretty let me write it in graffitti
Ya name sunshine baby been known by the glow in your panties, sweetie
Your poonany is screaming Feed me so please me, uh
Free me, don t tease me, touch your toes and kiss your knees, ease
up in it, not minutes try sections of half n hours
We ll be on every end of your house like it was ours
And you ain t gotta suggest respect sunshine, can t get less
I ll affect every part that your man neglects
I ve been observing how your curving
Campaigning for a serving now see, I got that pretty kitty purring

Chorus

Hook:

One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time in the city

Verse 2: Treach

Are you in the easy cat or kitty category? What s the story?
You got two pairs of lips which shall I pick to make you wiggle for me?
Adore me, don t let that cat catch your tongue
One time wit sunshine and that snatch could catch you strung
Don t wanna wish to hear you sing, wanna know I heard ya sung
Here s one free vote for C notes and loose tongues
I m here, you knock em off but you start with your boots on
A party wit the body, lordy, where only two comes
And the truth is smoked boots is the proof
Once tight socks stretched loose and condoms on the roof
Hittin steep and ain t complete til the kitten sleeps
between the sheets, now our Naughty emblem is written deep

Chorus

Hook:

One time with the sunshine
Sunshine, one time with the sun
One time with the sunshine

Verse 3: Treach

Lady, I crazy and underrated, can t be test of faded
Blowing up the spot like that ass just detonated
Spouting out sperm, not spaded out, wit my worm I waited
The hotty hair was knotty, a perm and she mighta made it
plus she had a shitty attitude so no alarm
On a scale o one ta damn she was a yawn
Darn, wit most it ain t no speaking after freaking
a number one, more weekend in between meetings
But sunshine was pretty as Puerto Ricans, so that thought went down wit the
sunset
Now you wanna know how naughty can one get
Get strapped up like the Mad Hatter, lips between hips like Mick Jagger s
Do some cabin stabbin like a dagger
Just cool, let s wet up the pool and rub-a-dub
Trade your dud for a stud, bustin more than suds in a tub
So I love it when ya let it get it
Get thirsty like a dry reservoir, never sore when I wet it
Say pathetic but I say sunshine is super, put that poonany on the roof
and that shine might wake the roosters, so I m thru til I scoop her
One time with the sunshine

(Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Damn, where s that cat?)

Tekst :

feat. Cruddy Click Rottin Razkals Road Dawgs

Intro:
118 Cruddy Click Naughty By Nature the Rottin Razkals the Road Dawgs

1 2 3 I m up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill
And knock his ass into left field
I m still a body bruisin master
Dat some ole evil little bastard get fast and I ll outcast ya
Like port huh we on some ole new shit my click is hip hop it
5 6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said
Don t make me act the fuck up I m known to have a hot head
Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler
A star spangler boogie banger

Rottin Razklas
118 on the scene I m representin
And if I ain t punchin and thumpin I m stompin
And kickin in nigga take a step back
It ain t even all that nigga catch a cap
If ya don t wanna brawl jack
Guzzle down a 40 till I m all full
Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull
I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind
When me and my click searchin for trouble to find

No he didn t but I ll you

Hook:
I tell you what good with deez some and the how
Cause that s why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)

Right out the alleys of Cali
Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one
Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood

Watch us bring wreck quick
Road Dawgs the next kick
Pluggin you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip

235 thick
Ingelwood Illtown click

Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix

Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues

Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin fools
And slaying crews

Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle

In a fight straight soldiers swingin pipes from every angle

Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty
Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me

Don t sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb
Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya
It s curtains kids certain things we won t allow
Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow

Treach:
Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin mines
So motherfuck your mother s father if he step like mines
Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks
So listen pops then I ll miss you like I miss measles
Mumps plus fuckin chicken pox
Givin props to all the Old school that paved the way
Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey
Three letters describing that ass here s a clue
S-C-K the only thing missing is you
Excuse up s excuse um you ve yet to lose one two ton
Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums
Try it riot I ll roll quiet you ll never catch the trap
Cause I ain t the the the that to flap the yap
A black alley cats can catch my back
And to that and these scrap
Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks
Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back
You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends
But nowadays we roll in fuckin tanks with rims
That s how it go that s how we roll pow!
Cause that s how I stand with mine klickow klickow

Hook

Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision
Illtown s villian that s wanted for some niggas killin
Keep my material similar to a serial killer
Peeling cats check my stats ain t no nigga iller

Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter
pat
Pats to better brat packs
I m airing shit out like DAT
Jack it s judgement day and I m seenin is human beings
Got cha fleein word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven

Comin straight form the top notch of hip hop
Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not
Kick that slang talk explain why ya can t walk
It ain t my fault ya hit a flip and couldn t sommersault
I m on a route with my nigga on some new shit
Flowin with that music nigga WON T YOU USE IT
To your advantage if you could manage the damage
I m handing when ya get the fuckin mic it leave ya hands branded

Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards
Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse
On the contrary I m not ya ordinatry adversary
That s secondary I leave ya floatin like a fuckin ferry
Advancing my chances and ya retreatin
From the beatin ya seekin
Fuckin with me and feel your fluids leakin

On time for too much tough talk
Nigga walk and keep walking
Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking

I ll meet ya at death s gate when a nigga took a step late
Jacked em for his place he set up shot in the next state

Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag
Shot em in the stomach now he s living out a shit bag

Ha ha ha fag couldn t fuck with a nigga with nine rounds
A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown

This ain t a rap along clap along song son my shit is on
With more thong then Janet with her panties on
Ya best to get it out the way boy
The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow

Hook

Tekst :

[Intro: (Mag)]
Aw shit! Here we go!
Aw there go my niggas over there!
Yeah there go my thugs over there!
There go them bitches over there!
Look out for shots for my real niggas!

[Chorus:]
Where my thugs where my hustlers at?
Where my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what?
Where my thugs where my hustlers at?
Where my thuss where my hustlers at? Say what?
The Henny s in me, you can t change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
The Henny s in me, you can t change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

[Mag]
Now why should locs give a fuck?
What? Nigga my mental s stuck
I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up
Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up
When the po po come we don t choke the fuck up, punk
Bitch ass niggas know they can t run with me
Real ass niggas they get it done with me
Because they want with me
Ha, it s just the low life I live
Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My head stays busted
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga
Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind

[Treach]
See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin
While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin
My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin
See, some motherfuckers got loot to get
It s just some motherfuckers can t shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow
Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito
Then Beelow rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note
A section or a solid to sell it
Ain t married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits
Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you s the hoe, woah

[Chorus]

[Krayzie Bone]
You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain t no security at the door so they ain t even get touched
Now they better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of them niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what
We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain t hatin nigga we hungry
And we ll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money
Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler
And you gotta have the nuts to be both
And I gotta roll with the raws
And get with the steady regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with
See we the ones that like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there
Cuz we don t give a fuck (we don t)
Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum
Don t exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
But I know some niggas be fakin themselves
That s cuz they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain t nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y all got to keep it real
So don t you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live
Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers
Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
Hustlers, hustlers

W jednym z wielu miast za zakrętem,
niebo jakby stąd póki jesteś,
życia mała garść ciągle w nas.

Wspominamy cud raz jeszcze,
kilka prostych słów nic więcej,
życia mała garść ciągle w nas.

Tylko jeden moment mam w pamięci
tylko jeden który ciągle trwa,
taka mała życia garść nie więcej,
taką siłę którą w sobie mam.

Tylko jeden moment mam...

[Intro: M.M.O.]
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At the youth, be causin shoots disputes for loot
The paper chase til you catch a major case
Youse a major player now, make...

She left without leaving a number
she said she needed to clear her mind
he figured she d gone back to Austin
because she talked about it all the time

it was almost a year
before she called him up
three rings and...

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Mc s you better look over your shoulder
Yeah you know we on and on, oh well now

Nuff of them have come and them all try dog we out,
Born down pill we are the roughneck scouts,...

I ve got tasteless jokes
you ve got whipps and chains and tankerais (leather and ice)
we coherse and coast
butterflies that float over paraid
(give it to me now)
carelessly i walk apon the avenue
(one more time friend)
in a bit of loush and lansherai
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