(real spit) [Chorus:] She a alley cat, she a hood rat, She a alley cat, she a hood rat, She a alley cat, she a hood rat, She a alley cat, she a hood
me, then I saw Colors that ruin you way Taken what you are yeah you will get real far But you don't you know that I'm an Alley Cat and I stay home and
an alley cat scratching me? You dig deep with your nails and flash your teeth And run off to where your next big meal could be What made you an alley cat
: tonight I'm an alley cat yeah, more afraid of you than you are of me but if you leave some food out on the porch, I might stay till there's nothing
A Singa dem and Dave Kelly have di new ting A nuff likkle DJ dem big man deh bring a dem man deh have Chico unda dem wing a dem man deh teach Alley Cat
they mad at that, Chamillionaire, how F.A.B. get that? Two dimes in a car, how bad is that? King of the jungle, you an alley cat Prince of the coast brought
hands The racoons, beat me to the garbage cans I'm Starvin Marvin, and it shouldn't be like that The only thing that I'm carvin, is an alley cat
This town's so hype it's got soul As a Philly cat I'm with the roll And the swing of my things How they work like clockwork Tick tock tick tock
a nightmare in the alley The undertaker's there With his bowler hat Oh Oh Oh And his coffin eyes are empty The ex-wife she's there too Grinnin like a Cheshire cat
the rumble of the drums and the big fat beat we believe in the ace up the sleeve and we shine our gold teeth at the cats in the alleys a flame on
up meat Nightmare spook, piece of heat, it's you and me, you and me Click, flashblade in ghetto night, Rudie's looking for a fight Rat cat alley roll
turning back Come tread softly through the night Don't leave me sitting here Up on top of your fence I'm like an alley cat up here Without a lick of
You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was, Tod Browning, streak he was Crawling down the alley
Guy Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops Don't bust my chops Baby, don't bust my chops, yeah You're a styling queen and an alley cat Too many chocolates
Flippin' the flow then let it burn What if the pistols and police stay strong for the Bone Bitch, you fuckin' with all of the black cat feet And in
I come, here I come (yeah!) I'm comin around the mountain high as lower than a valley I'm the cat, from the alley, from the back, I'ma rally and tally