Cashleaders - 1990 Lyrics

Ca ca ca cat Pack
Hold up stop the beat
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Alright
Yeah remember me I'm in this beat Beverly
I'm coming with the weaponry
And you ain't ever a step a head of me
I'm running right past you
God damn dude, I'm jogging in a track suit
Made from your skin and I call it half you
The rest is just cat food
What the f*ck is that itch oh yea it's my tattoo
Fresh from phase 2 I'm never misplaced dude
I'm only misplacing you, so damn disgraceful
It's tasteful now a days this world's so wasteful
Placed in society yeah its my priority
To f*ck bitches that live in sororities
Hormones activated yeah they f*ckin' stimulated
Penetrated emulated the typical education
Catpack recess but we ain't playing
Steady chopping up weed in my mommy's basement
Face it we ain't shit to play with
The only time you facing shit is when I'm shitting on your face bitch
Fresh fresh fresh
Summertime time time time
Fresh summertime man its time to unwind
Super cool breeze with a fresh scent of pine
New Jordan Spiz-ikes with a fitted hairline
Yeah its that time where the sun shine way past nine
Old school Will Smith yeah we brought it back
Only snapbacks when we rap first was a starter cap
Catpack get the feed back mind your beeswax
Sound of buzzing and it's hyped like Katt Stax ass
Nasty like when a group of black cats pass gas
We a crew of cool rappers yeah we getting that ass
Oh you hate us were the greatest
You'll be on our kitty balls when were famous
Back to back chitchat
Chrome dressed in all black
Sipping, yak, cats on stacks
Retro-Demo brought the 90's back
Catch us with Cadence in the stu you know where we at
I made this in garage band exclusive beat
But I'll be damned if it winds up on MTV
Sick synths, 6th sense, yeah we came passed tense
Jordans with Adidas throwbacks yeah we cross brands
Fresh
Summertime
Fresh
Summertime