Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catch You, artist - NefariousDate of issue: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Catch You |
| Catch ya wit yo pants |
| Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin' |
| Don’t matter what you saw, death is what you reepin' |
| I remain real like my cousin E-Mil |
| Packin steel |
| It’s the Southside whorida |
| Can’t fuck wit these othasidas |
| Eastside, Westside |
| This situation is dirty like chopped up nation |
| So I stay wit the best side |
| Nigga let’s ride (Fuck that!!) |
| I stay solo like a black cat |
| Fuck a bad wrap |
| I seen it happen to my cousin |
| I’m like the Dirty Dozen |
| Wrapped up in buns |
| «He said he was buzzin» |
| But you know he wasn’t |
| Cause if life was free I would say fuck money |
| You can douse me in monkey blood |
| Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from me |
| You was a fuck homie only wanted the plug nigga |
| Cut yo shit off like smud nigga |
| I gotta say fuck niggas and buck niggas |
| And wit a passion and keep smashin' |
| Get away before the task bend the corner |
| On a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissue |
| Wit the German issue |
| Now yo family gone have to miss you |
| I’m sicker than racism |
| It’s everybody killa |
| Hit you wit the fully issue |
| Like PG&E lit you |
| See me in 3D git you |
| Hit em up git rid of |
| Did em up like dirty draws |
| He was a jealous mothafucka |
| As the story was told 29 years old |
| 350 Gs in the bank but nobody knows |
| I guess it’s just that season I thank |
| When niggas be hoes |
| Fuckin em in the cheap mo mos |
| Leavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothes |
| Razorbladed Grove |
| Chorus: |
| I’mma catch you wit yo pants down |
| Since you was talkin that shit |
| You was hard on the Boulevard |
| Now I’mma buck this clip |
| On your self I make you shit |
| When antagonized if you don’t realize |
| You must be the type that like surprise |
| I’ll rise out the hood on chrome skates |
| Pull a top notch bitch and fuck her ass hard on the first day |
| Throwin it at me wit no debate (none) |
| But I ain’t the one to be trustin em |
| Ain’t finna get me for rape |
| Punk bitch tried to hand me a case |
| Until I dropped her on her face |
| Bitch! |
| Take that shit and skate |
| I ride wit these realas |
| These niggas ain’t neva fake |
| Dope dealas and killas |
| Whateva product could lace |
| One time I always shake |
| See I’m hella fast on that ass get away clean |
| Most of the time count on the cash |
| Hata niggas I bake em |
| Playa nigga I make em |
| Major figgas my mind is up on |
| Gold diggas I’ll shake em |
| I’m that real nigga that real figga |
| That real nigga from the fake |
| Cause real nigga look at a fake nigga |
| And they always tend to shake |
| Crossed me at one time |
| And I told you I’ll be buckin at your wake |
| Cause when I tell yo ass one time it’s all it takes |
| How many rhymes i’mma have tell a cat |
| Bitch I ain’t fake |
| Betta listen to the Money Hungry album shit it’s money to make |
| And when it’s money to be makin' |
| That mean it’s money to be takin' |
| So watch yo back cause I’mma be in all black theivin like Gary Payton |
| Chorus: |