Wild Style
Catz 'n Dogz
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Wonder what you wanted to do
Yeah, yeah, it's you, I was talking to you
Getting down to business, we be talking it through
She move a little different when she off of the blue
She a real boss, what's the offer to you?
Might wild out and bought her a coupe
I got my hands on a ten and a two
Want a real good eater, be in friends with the crew
Bringing it through then bringing it back
Move real slow like I'm sipping an Act
Talking shit on the track when I be flipping the racks
Shipping the packs, I'm on a mission with that
FedEx truck with a lot of weed in it
Lot of people mad when they see that we winning
See something I like and I properly leave with it
I'm in the club, I like what I see and there's three women
Fire
Be sitting, I be shitting and frequenting
Spiced with the liquor and the freak women in 'em
She feel the rhythm, I'm really feeling the vibe
The illest feeling alive is something I visualize
I think I'm living the life, spinning it 'til I die
Sipping it to the sky, tripping until I'm high
Flipping it 'til I'm fried, what I got?
Looking in her eyes while I'm flipping on the top
Said sit back, listen to this
Real wild style with the flick of the wrist
Sit back, listen to this
Real wild style with the flick of the wrist
Tastes real good like a Michelin dish
I hit her with this, I hit her with the swing batter batter
Need her ass battered with a scenic backdrop
Finna leave your back shattered, attack pattern
The jerk chicken and mac salad, stack packages
Blowing up and I need me a flak jacket
It girl rizzing me up and I act flattered
Pistol packed for the mismatched attacker
I'm Big Mac and I'm dipping and eating some crab and dripping
I'm quickest, your Mount Olympus
And pushing it to the limits and boundaries
I found at least a couple ways to make some pounds
Kicking shit on battery, beat it up bountifully
With some sick baddies, I'm rolling through the menagerie
Presidential, I be dropping some casualties
Grappuccino with Tino, I'm 'bout to pass the sleaze
Willie Wonka, I be working in the factories
Uh, yeah
Fire
Pop a couple pills, I'm in a different space
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Shin shin, put the glass in the sky
Out in the field, caught an ass with my eye
Life real good but it's passing me by
In the back of my mind like half of the time
So I sit back, listen to this
Real wild style with the flick of the wrist
Uh
Fire
Fire