Letras:
Dead Cats Dead Rats

Dead cats, dead rats, can?t see what they were at, alright Dead cat in a top hat, wow, sucking on the young man?s blood Wishing he could come, yeah, sucking

Tradução: The Doors. Los gatos muertos, ratas muertas.

s pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini Them type of cats

don't like lazarus just black baby where my soul be at star spelled backwards is rats let bra man rap I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats

love you like me) [Verse four:] Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys Yall niggas dont wanna try me For them presidents by now Ill leave you dead Filled up

police radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and

zero Shatter your soul like glass windows Turn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats

Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all A Flipmode y'all, a Flipmode y'all Hah, heh, hahahaha, yo, yo, uh I spits rhymes for thug cats, neighborhood drug rats

uh uh I stood in jail, I will never tell uh uh Get the deal, I will never squeal uh uh I wanna walk but I never talk uh uh And that's that, I will never rat uh uh I said, ?You cats rats