Slick Rick

Slick Rick - Top Cat lyrics

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Eatin' a bit and nap, human being make way spittin'

As I'm skippin' through an alley in New York, a stray kitten

Dog chase couple of blocks, shocks, tough being a fox

He in a tux, some good samaritan'll stuff me in a box

"I'll find you a home.  "Why do you cry?  Where went?"  Just like whine

'Cause ASPCA to me a kitten ain't like right and

Constable comes, wonder why? I heard say "unhand the fly kid"

Because the bitch looked like she needed a home more than I did

Word, bit her off another like, not a committee, hit her off

Not to mention, sweatin' the kitty litter off

Had to do this, ain't no regular, see the loot is

With this rich white lady sayin' "Ain't he the cutest?"

Clerk said all deals are straight, so when the car wheels away

Although the ho' better know I want four meals a day

The rest is firm bein' a trap as the hon adopt cat

"Better be a good lil' kitty", hooker don't pop crap

'Cause I'm Top Cat



"Let me hug him" for the millionth, and again, great the zillionth

Huggin' me so much, she almost suffocate the brilliant

Sad eyes, plus she had a bad pad, nice

Said I have to do my share of work, the hooker had mad mice

Was like a fleet of them niggas, though it was kind of fun to be

Ill treatin' them, clean the mess, must've thought I was gonna eat 'em

Cat food, this ain't none to me, see a rat, you come run

or like "hunt" to me, "you wanna get this shit from in front of me?"

Word, Thanksgiving too?  Please, now shout for somethin"

"Can a nigga get some air", she wouldn't let me out for nothin'

I guess I could be called a brat and now a jolly ball of fat

So let me rub my head against her, so she think she all of that

And every day of the week, sweatin', works like a sinner, stay off

"Would you lay off? I'm watchin' Prince of Bel Aire, you're in the way of"

Mouse race across the room, should've seen me stop trap

You're still a hooker snap, didn't I tell you don't pop crap?

'Cause I'm Top Cat



Male come and the sex triggers, and his penis stiffer, bigger

Said "boy she sure be sleepin' with a lot of different niggas"

Ten positions as he coaches, do it in the mood above reproaches

I wish the bitch would clean her house, you wouldn't have so many roaches

But still she buggin' and he comin', and the naughty with the hottie

Fall asleep, burglar come, "up shorty get the shottie!"

Tried meowin', nothin' stirred him

The ho's meal blurred him

Peed on a bitch, got up and chased me 'til she heard him

"What was that?" Got her gun, she had a dozen, mad lot

And for a over horny lady, definitely wasn't a bad shot

Police came and all of that and now a hero hops, run to her

So I snuggle up under her, 'cause I've kind of grown fond of her

When a mouse run across, should've seen me stop trap

I Thought the ho was gonna snap, she better not pop crap

To who? Top Cat
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