Chase Da Cat Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Yeah!

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Shawty shake that thing; I said shake that thing, girl you know,
I like the way you move it.
Ain't shit change; same bitch, same game, girl you know,
You rockin' with the Unit! (Unit!)
Girl you hit the floor, girl you already know
How we do it, do it, doo it,
When the hits come on, if my click ain't gone,
We gone do the same two step to it...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now, pick it up, drop it, work dat back.
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack,
Girl work it out. - Work it out...

Shawty youuuu know I want dat cat,
Drop it now pick it up, drop it, work dat back,
Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack,
Girl work it out. - Work it out...

[Hook: Tony Yayo]
She ain't the same girl she was when she was 16, (16...)
She wanna tell me Tuck. (tell me Tuck...) She wanna precious dog. (precious dog...)
She was sexy. (sexy...) But she like to fuck! (like to fuck...)
But she like to fuck! (like to fuck...) But she like to fuck. (like to fuck...) YEAH!

[Tony Yayo:]
My instance, is shocking to see,
Pull up at the light, drop on GT! (C'MON!)
I know you hear me on da radio, [girl:] ("Truue! ")
I Know you see me on da video. [girl:] (Truue!)
She want to drinkin' Cristal, you still drinking Glovy, (hahaha!)
Your bitch back Louise, my bitch back Glory.
I got robbery in tights on da Rover, man,
In to see too rich, though they roll it, man. - BLING!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Yeeeeeah! - Quarter mill', automobiiiile,
Wood grain Wheel when I wanna go chill.
Rubber grip feel on da bottom of da steel,
I'm a ballin', champagne bottles gonna spill.
Yeah! - Shorty shake her ass like a stripper, (uh!)
But she all bones - I like mine DIGGER.
I ain't yo' ordinary hot grind nigga,
I'm a top dime nigga - pop die, nigga!
Radio play! - Hot 9 nigga!
They buyin big chains, so I got mine bigga.
I get it! - But no biscuit butt, (uh-uh!)
I only come inside tha lips that talk.

[Chorus]

[Young Buck:]
Shorty I don't chase it or taste it, (nah!)
But I wear Louis Vuiton da bitch with' da matchin' bracelet, (yeah!)
Time is money, so don't waste it!
And I really didn't come dat quick - I faked it! (hahaaaaaa!)
Baby I'm patient! - No discrimintaion!
Blacks and da Asians, even Caucausians, (YEAH!)
Got 'em all shakin'. - Money I'm makin',
Money y'all takin', my hotel fakin'. ('EEEEEEY!)
She knew I had cake when da lights, hit da ice, (what?)
Let's go! Get right, tell yo' girls goodnite. (hahaaaaa!)
You know just what I like, you can ride my bike, (c'mon!)
Just hold on da handle bars - and handle y'alls! (AIIIGHT!)

[Chorus]

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