Slick Rick - Top Cat Lyrics
Eatin' a bit and nap, human being make way spittin'As I'm skippin' through an alley in New York, a stray kittenDog chase couple of blocks, shocks, tough being a foxHe 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 andConstable comes, wonder why? I heard say "unhand the fly kid"Because the ***** looked like she needed a home more than I didWord, bit her off another like, not a committee, hit her offNot to mention, sweatin' the kitty litter offHad to do this, ain't no regular, see the loot isWith this rich white lady sayin' "Ain't he the cutest?"Clerk said all deals are straight, so when the car wheels awayAlthough the ho' better know I want four meals a dayThe 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 zillionthHuggin' me so much, she almost suffocate the brilliantSad eyes, plus she had a bad pad, niceSaid I have to do my share of work, the hooker had mad miceWas like a fleet of them niggas, though it was kind of fun to beIll treatin' them, clean the mess, must've thought I was gonna eat 'emCat food, this ain't none to me, see a rat, you come runor 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 fatSo let me rub my head against her, so she think she all of thatAnd 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 trapYou're still a hooker snap, didn't I tell you don't pop crap?'Cause I'm Top CatMale come and the sex triggers, and his penis stiffer, biggerSaid "boy she sure be sleepin' with a lot of different niggas"Ten positions as he coaches, do it in the mood above reproachesI wish the ***** would clean her house, you wouldn't have so many roachesBut still she buggin' and he comin', and the naughty with the hottieFall asleep, burglar come, "up shorty get the shottie!"Tried meowin', nothin' stirred himThe ho's meal blurred himPeed on a *****, got up and chased me 'til she heard him"What was that?" Got her gun, she had a dozen, mad lotAnd for a over horny lady, definitely wasn't a bad shotPolice came and all of that and now a hero hops, run to herSo I snuggle up under her, 'cause I've kind of grown fond of herWhen a mouse run across, should've seen me stop trapI Thought the ho was gonna snap, she better not pop crapTo who? Top Cat
