Artist: Slum Village Album: Fan-Tas-Tic Vol. 1 Song: Fat Cat Song Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash 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 bullshit Bullshit not never, never get wet up Your hoe want to know why the crew's gettin better Not sayin shit, just gettin my flows together Yes y'all, to the beat and What y'all, if you hear what I am sayin Hoes get dig down and get dug down when I start sprayin Cause when I'm on the microphone there will be no delayin No playin You think we talk cause we don't bust gats Others be like they're weak cause they don't kill in they raps (Kill in they raps) Fuck that! We from the city of crooks Niggaz be dyin for givin them fake-ass looks'll get yo', shit took quick, check it in Niggaz pony down while the hoes Errol Flynn OOH, OOH! With the usual My niggaz sip on chamille to a fruit Mentos, Mentos What do you get with fruity Mentos You get a phone # 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 dome The good ol' boys, flat out, we number uno The S, capital V-E-E My name is Baatin, ras O-Y-C 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 a microphone, then I'm at it again Tell the whole damn world that I'm, just a friend Rip 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 nigga Arell Mysteriously the S, prevail Like them niggaz in penitentiary jail cell 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 niggaz who get rail for rail Doin tricks with the mic like Michelle Farreil 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 thus we have protective shells And to the beat, my crew's never obsolete With techniques, either you six feet deep 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 shit 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 And to the..