Lirik Lagu Fat Cats, Bigga Fish The Coup
Chorus
C-c-c-come With It
Get Down Get Down Get Down 2ce
Repeat
It's Almost Ten O Clock See I Got A Ball Of Lifted Property
So I Slid My Beenie Hat On Sloppily
And Promenade Out To Take Up A Collection
I Got Game Like I Read The Directions
I 'm Wishing That I Had An Automobile
As I Feel The Cold Wind Rush Past
But Let Me State That I Am A Hustler For Real
So You Know I Got The Stolen Bus Pass
Just As The Bus Pulls Up And I Step To The Rear
This Ole Lady Look Like She Drank A Forty Of Fear
I See My Ole School Partner Said His Brother Got Popped
Pay My Respects
Can You Ring The Bell We Came To My Stop
The Street Light Reflects Off The Piss On The Ground
Which Reflects Off The Hamburger Sign As It Turns Round
Which Reflects Off The Chrome Of The Bmw
Which Reflects Off The Fact That I Am Broke
Now What The Fuck Is New
I Need Loot I Sweat The Motherfucka
In The Tweed Suit
And I'm On His Ass Quicker Than A Kick From A Grease Boot
Eased Up Slow And Discreet
Could Tell He Was Suspicious By The Way He Slid His Feet
Didn't Wanna Fuck Up The Come On
So I Smiled With My Eyes Said Hey How It's Hanging Guy
Bumped Into His Shoulders But He Passed With No Reaction
Damn This Motherfucka Had A Hella Of Andrew Jacksons
I'm A Thief Or Pickpocket Give A Fuck What You Call It
Used To Call Em Fat Cats.
I Just Call Them Wallets Getting Federal Aint Just A Klepto
Master Card Or Visa I'd Gladly Accept Those
Sneaky Motherfucka With A Scam Know How To Pull It
Got A Mirror In My Pocket But That Wont Stop No Bullets
Story Just Begun But You Already Know
Aint No Need To Get Down Shit I'm Already Low
Chor
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