Fat Cat Song chords by Slum Village

  • Em

  • G

  • B

    2
  • F#

    2
  • D

  • A

  • Bm

    2
Intro 1
Em
G
B
G
Em
B
G
B
G
B
G
Em
B
Em
G
B
Em
Verse 1
Em
Uh, yes yes, y'all To
the beat,
and the S.V.'s is rockin' it swift
Yes y'all,
lyrics just come off like shifts
See when I'm on
the microphone how fly I get
Yes y'all, my crew don't
B
take no bullshit
Em
Bullshit not never,
never get wet up
Your ho want to know why
the crew's gettin' better
Not sayin' shit,
just gettin' my flows together
G
Em
Yes y'all, to the beat and
What y'all, if you hear what I am sayin'
F#
Em
Hoes get dig down and get dug down
D
when I start sprayin'
'Cause when I'm on the micro
G
A
phone there will be no delayin'
Em
No playin'
Verse 2
You think we soft cause we don't bust gats
Em
Others be like they're weak cause they
don't kill in they raps
B
(Kill in they raps) Fuck that!
Em
We from the city of crooks
Niggas be dyin' for givin'
them fake- ass looks'll
G
Get yo', shit took quick,
Em
check it in
G
B
Niggas pony down while the hoes
Em
Errol Flynn
Verse 3
Em
Ooh, ooh, with the usual My niggas
sip on chamomile to
a fruit Mentos, Mentos
B
Em
What do you get with fruity
Verse 4
Mentos
You get a phone number
and a light- skinned hoe
Let me tell you 'bout redbone, she
give a good blow
Just to let you know that my
crew is the dome
B
The good ol' boys,
Em
flat out , we number uno
The S, capital V- E- E
B
Em
My name is Baatin, Rasul YC
Like to get busy, just, let me know
G
I like a good freak, after a show
Em
G
It's nice to penetrate, a beautiful hoe
B
Em
Pick up a microphone, then I'm at it again
G
Em
Tell the whole damn world that I'm,
just a friend
Rip yo' lady,
because she called me her master
Your whole damn crew wanna,
do me slow
Now I'm back,
wearin' yo' momma like a lambskin
We can do this, like never before
I'm a freak and if I tell you once mo'
It'll be the third time like
my nigga RL
Mysteriously the S, prevail
Like them niggas in penitentiary jail cell,
jail cell
B
Em
When you grip the mic boy you wack as hell
Verse 5
B
And I can
tell,
Em
and on the mic they call me RL
G
This is for the niggas
Em
who get rail for rail
Doin' tricks with the mic like
B
Michelle Farreil
And I'm real with the mic
boy as you can tell
Em
And my crew is the whole ride,
you see we never would fail
Or front subject, and if we do, tch, oh well
It'll never happen thus we have
protective shells
B
And to the beat,
my crew's never obsolete
Em
With techniques, either you six feet deep
B
And to the
Verse 6
G
beat,
D
Bm
B
and you don't stop
And to the beat,
and you don't stop
And to the beat,
Em
G
and you don't stop
D
S.V. got the shit that just drops
Bm
And to the beat,
B
and you don't stop
Em
And to the beat,
G
D
Bm
B
and you don't stop
G
And to the beat, and you
don't stop
D
S.V., is the in- fi- not
Bm
B
And to the beat, and you don't stop
Em
And to the beat,
G
D
B
and you don't stop
And to the
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