Fat Cat Song lyrics

[Produced by J Dilla]

[Verse 1: Dilla]
Uhh, yes yes, y'all
To the beat, and the S.V.'s is rockin it swift
Yes y'all, lyrics just come off like shifts
See when I'm on the microphone how fly I get
Yes y'all, my crew don't take no bullsh*t
And bullsh*t not never, never get wet up
Your ho want to know why the crew's gettin better
Not sayin' sh*t, just gettin my flows together
Yes y'all, to the beat and –
What, y'all? If you hear what I am sayin'
Hoes get di*ked down and you duck down when I start sprayin'
'Cause when I'm on the microphone, there will be no delayin'
No playin'

[Verse 2: Phat Kat, (Baatin)]
You think we soft cause we don't bust gats
Others be like they're weak 'cause they don't kill in they raps
(Kill in they raps) f*ck that! We from the city of crooks
n*ggas be dyin' for givin them fake-ass looks'll
Get yo', sh*t took quick, check it in –
n*ggas pony down while the hoes Errol Flynn

[Dilla]
Yo... ooh! Ooh! With the usual
My n*ggas sip on cha'mile, chew a fruit Mentos, Mentos...
[Verse 3: Baatin]
What do you get with fruity Mentos?
You get a phone number and a light-skinned hoe
Let me tell you 'bout redbone, she give a good blow
Just to let you know that my crew is the dope
The good ol' boys, flat out – we number uno
The S, capital V-E-E
My name is Baatin, Rasul Wasi
Like to get busy, just... let me know
I like a good freak, after a show
It's nice to penetrate, a beautiful hoe
Pick up the microphone, then I'm at it again
Tell the whole damn world that I'm, just a friend
Grip yo' lady, because she called me her master
Your whole damn crew wanna, do me slow
Now I'm back, wearin yo' momma like a lambskin
We can do this, like never before
I'm a freak, and if I tell you once mo'
It'll be the third time, like my n*gga RL
Mysteriously, The S... prevail
Like them n*ggas in penitentiary jail cell, jail cell...

[Verse 4: T3]
When you grip the mic, boy, you whack as hell
And I can tell, and on the mic they call me RL
This is for the n*ggas who get real f'real
Doin' tricks with the mic like Rachelle Ferrell
And I'm real with the mic, boy, as you can tell
And my crew is the whole ride, you see we never would fail
Or front subject, and if we do–tch, oh well
It'll never happen to us, we have protective shells
And to the beat–my crew's never obsolete
With techniques, leavin' you six feet deep
[Hook: Slum Village]
And to the beat, and you don't stop
And to the beat, and you don't stop
And to the beat, and you don't stop
S.V. got the sh*t that just drops
And to the beat, and you don't stop
And to the beat, and you don't stop
And to the beat, and you don't stop
S.V., is the in-fi-not
And to the beat, and you don't stop
And to the beat, and you don't stop
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