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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