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[Andre Nickatina:] Rap cat, like that Top of the line freak, I gotta get scratch Don't waste time on a rat Mickey Mouse ho step back, Mickey Mouse ho step back I'm in high pursuit for a prostitute In my baby blue suit, in my new leather boots The game gets sticky wanna know about mines I live my life through your car Alpine Don't talk back, ho you thick In this club ho who you wit? Holla back, don't be fake like fruit I spits my game if I think you cute I talk about the izm with Sugar EQ Anybody else well I don't know you You love that freak cause you dress real fresh She said good night but she don't rest She might say daddy after twelve A.M. Don't even play bitch, go and paid that pimp Roll around the Bay bitch get that bread In-call, out-call, freak go 'head You can even walk down San Pablo Let a player tell you what your mind don't know I'm Fillmoe down everyday I might laugh bitch but I really don't play Roll my whip, spit my gift SongtexteBitch holla back, but don't talk back I could see the ho lust in yo eyes You got it past him but couldn't get past I I dress like Cody Jerrett when I gotta knock somethin The beats start bumpin when the freaks start humpin Bring home somethin, don't make no mistakes Why you talkin to the suckas buyin you dranks? They lookin for a dream, you lookin for the cream Holla at me freak yo Khan nah mean You can realize bitch a big surprise I can see a picture frame in yo eyes I see Van Gogh, I see Picasso I also see a rap cat from Fillmoe That's a nice style let me lace your boots This game is so official like a referee's whistle Chicago, Fillmoe, Milwaukee, O-A-K, Frisco Bay Hey! Area Bay love Mac Dre Aus Songtexte Mania