Lirik Lagu Foul Cats - Kool G. Rap
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Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
Foul cats scheamin up the setupTryin to leave me and my cream wet upTwo in the head leaded upCall the coroners to make they bed upInfrared shit from neck upBefore they got to lit the tec up
[Kool G Rap]It was a setup my nigga got hit they blew his chest upThe hollow tips ripped his vest up son is messed upand blessed up; call my cast up it's time to dress upFour-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press upand fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed upActin up, hit my motherfuckin man upNever again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan upPull the masks, pull the van upThese niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times catsYo fuck that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gatThis hoodrat know where the nigga home at)Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone thatThis motherfucker bout to get his shit blown backHis whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisinUp the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short fusinand two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losinWe hit the strip pickin up clues andwe on the heels of this nigga shoes andout the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwinPushin his whip with the ice cubanHemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig pieceto this nig's beefs, this bitch named Charisefrom East New York, listen bitch, you better talkOr get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalkPulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want youwe want your man, you understand?The hoe s
Foul cats scheamin up the setupTryin to leave me and my cream wet upTwo in the head leaded upCall the coroners to make they bed upInfrared shit from neck upBefore they got to lit the tec up
[Kool G Rap]It was a setup my nigga got hit they blew his chest upThe hollow tips ripped his vest up son is messed upand blessed up; call my cast up it's time to dress upFour-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press upand fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed upActin up, hit my motherfuckin man upNever again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan upPull the masks, pull the van upThese niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times catsYo fuck that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gatThis hoodrat know where the nigga home at)Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone thatThis motherfucker bout to get his shit blown backHis whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisinUp the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short fusinand two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losinWe hit the strip pickin up clues andwe on the heels of this nigga shoes andout the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwinPushin his whip with the ice cubanHemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig pieceto this nig's beefs, this bitch named Charisefrom East New York, listen bitch, you better talkOr get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalkPulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want youwe want your man, you understand?The hoe s
