A new track from the album "In The Mind of a Genius" by CATO
(c) 2010 Fitz Rich Entertainment
All Rights Reserved
Artwork by PZCherokee
Lyrics
Verse 1
I'm the only ni99a wit' the moon man chucks,
Star Trek shades, but I ain't Levar Burton,
I'm alone, but ain't an easy target,
If you healthy wit' me, I'mma let you pick ya poison,
Have ya star shots on ya fuckin' milk carton,
I would never finish it if you would never start it,
Slap ya so hard have you walkin' retarded,
Glasses in the air to the dearly departed,
Heart poundin' through ya chest like Omarion's dance,
But ya gotta stand strong in ya d-boy stance,
It's nothin' cool 'bout blood on ya hands,
Even if you wash 'em off, ya back at it again,
Top Cat reppin' Texas in his cowboy hat,
357 Magnum, you imaginin' that,
Write it down, take a picture ni99a, I don't give a fuck!
That's ME creepin' up in that all black truck,
Bridge
CATO always talkin' 'bout his woodgrain wheels,
CATO always talkin' 'bout his sex appeal,
If you piss him off, he gon' show you how he feel,
So let me keep it on the real....
Chorus
I came to this world alone,
Ain't shit for me to leave you alone,
I'm on my grown man shit so you kids betta get the fuck onnnn...
Verse 2
Ha! Why you mad at me? I never claimed to be a G,
Never tried to be more than the playa that you see, (HAH!)
Maybe yous envious cuz you ain't HE...
Better be glad now my mood is understandinngg...
Forget small dreams, want bigger and better things,
Don't let these slackers get ya money like a slot machine (Naw!)
Cuz they life,
(They life!)
Done passed by,
(Passed by!)
So let me, live mine,
Tried to hold ya up like a crook with a gun, (Pahh!)
Ain't no more fun if you hand's on one,
Better run Forest, run Forest, ruunnnnn....
For you hit it up quick like you playin' wit' the sun,
You know yous a flunky bitch, go on and whipe ya mouth,
Get that ass up off ya lips, with that shitty booty smile, (Hah!)
I never bow down to eat from no hand,
I'm a grown ass man,
Worth for mill, not a grand,
CATO always talkin' 'bout his woodgrain wheels,
CATO always talkin' 'bout his sex appeal,
If you piss him off, he gon' show you how he feel,
So let me keep it on the real....
Chorus
I came to this world alone,
Ain't shit for me to leave you alone,
I'm on my grown man shit so you kids betta get the fuck onnnn...
Verse 3
Ah! Ah! Ah! Hah!
I wind 'em up,
(Wind 'em up)
And let 'em go!
(Go!)
I'm talkin' bout my hands, when I let them boys go!
Aimin' at ya nose, blood drippin' on the floor,
Now you look' for some sympathy for losin' out to CATO,
Ya flow's so so, mine's all pro,
Get yaself a jacket, cuz the rhymes blown cold,
Swingin' through the lanes, grippin' wood grain,
You knew that I was thinkin' that, you though the same thang,
Candy red, candy blue call it Candyland,
Jawbreakers, M&M's no meltin' in her hands,
Strickly in her mouth, take her to the house,
Young Top Cat, he done caught another mouse, (Come here!)
They choppin' down trees, let the clique smoke it up, (Up)
Promythazine, codine once them ni99as throw it up,
Now they leanin' like a broke hip, (Hah)
And we chillin' like an ice box, don't trip, (Hah)
CATO always talkin' 'bout his woodgrain wheels,
CATO always talkin' 'bout his sex appeal,
If you piss him off, he gon' show you how he feel,
So let me keep it on the real....
Chorus x2
I came to this world alone,
Ain't shit for me to leave you alone,
I'm on my grown man shit so you kids betta get the fuck onnnn...
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Get The Fuck back (Made with Reason 4)by jiantanedo384 views
The hook is addictive! lol
PZCherokee 1 year ago