Written On Ya Kitten

(albüm: 19 Naughty III - 1993)

Oh, where's my kitty cat?
Oh, where's my kitty cat?
Oh, where's my kitty cat?
Oh, where's my kitty cat?

Oh Lord, have mercy, come again, come again
I'm making other people's pussycats max if your nookie
That's good for your voice, plump, trump and moist
Rub me where you love me, face to waist, I'm taster's choice
Plenty, many ladies try to pay me, though lady
I got the motts but worse, I cost a lot baby, baby
Kitty kat hitting kid from the corner on a quest to rest in your nest
Straight from my shower to your sauna, yup!
Next crew, this ain't no Pepé Le Pew
This is what we do, ménage à trois we do
Too mean, too mad, too much to handle
Name is written like a mark and lit that kitten with a candle
And if ya go court on that have a rate court stuff
Come take a short cut to Fort Nuts!
Many praise the way we play
Well, you know, what can I say?
Hit 'em low!

Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, stroking me? (Hoping she's open, G)
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, stroking me?

On and on, I coulda sworn I saw puddy cat
City titty cat, witty, pretty cat
OH, WHERE THE HELL IS MY KITTY KAT?!
Pretty patter craps, then I lick her paw, looks like a thicker broad
Thick as a brick, time to pick her draws
Now every time her waterfall flows
I'm at the tip of her toes, going '"Yo, GERONIMO!"
Got my name written in missiles
Capitals, lower-case, show your face, cursive and big initials
I mow the lawn every season, call me Mr. Green Thumb
'Cause I'm pushing bushes, giving mean ones
Cook up the stew and keep stepping
I started another life with your wife after we met at y'all reception
I saw your thing down in the ditches
Now she does kev, does head, the dirty laundry plus the dishes
Before the hitting, throw on your mitten
And don't stop sticking until it's written on her kitten

Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, stroking me? (Hoping she's open, G)
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, stroking me?

Halleujah! Hip Hop Hooray!
I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hitting day
The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches
'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches
I go for cats, plus I ball hard
'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog
So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat
So I can take a cat nap
Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep
So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet
I see some looking for a bigger knot, what a nigga got
Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box
That's when they hit us with our props
Make sure the room is hot and locked
With "Gangsta Bitch" in the boombox
I hit it chill and leave happily
And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe
You don't ever let me get a little bit
For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! (Nipples and tits!)
Always do the hitting with a lubricated mitten
Some do licking, sticking just to get it written on a kitten

Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, stroking me? (Hoping she's open, G)
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, stroking me?
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