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La Chat

you like to chit chat chit chat chit chat to yourself do you try to explain those things you tell me then convince yourself hey do you like to chit chat chit chat chit chat

She like them twenties sittin' tall on the truck You ain't mad, iz ya? Love to shake that thang and back it up You ain't mad, iz ya? Tryin' to catch a

rit plus, c'est qu'on ne vit plus Quand j'aurai coupé la ficelle Mettez-moi dans une poubelle Laissez-moi faisander un mois Et de lA  jetez-moi au chat

Elle est toujours a la bourre, la fille du Chat Noir Avec sa petite gueule d'amour, toujours elle nous egare Ses grands yeux bleus s'etonnent, quand on

Did you hear the latest one About the footprints on your back About how they lied About how they stole To keep each other in the black I really

Frank zappa (vocals) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Steve vai (guitar, vocals, zucchini) Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone

way on my hip atone in my lap with a blunt to my lip [Chorus] [La Chat] Why you bitches want to hate on La Chat Man ya'll don't know Cause I'm everythang

[Chorus 8x: Crunchy Blac] ain't no nigga gonna play wit me [Verse 1: La Chat] I got anna with you souls Strapped up with the 44 Use to kick it with this

[Verse 1] Mayn the pitty process always tryin to dynamack All the (?) chickens wishin they can be La' Chat Ain't no way that you can be me, I got thuggin