Ah, swinging your hips, and I watch you dip
Your finger in the Kool-Aid, momma, it's too late, you won't find that here
Better hit the street quicker than your feet
Can carry you back home, get your pops on the phone, tell him to let you back in
Ooh, oh
Alley Cat Jen, Alley Cat Jen
Ooh, oh
Alley Cat Jen, Alley Cat Jen
She comes out at night, to scratch and fight
For everything she don't have, tell herself it ain't bad, as long as he treats you right
Better get it quick, now, before it starts to stick, yeah
His wallet looking flat broke, and he missing all his dope, already out the back
Ooh, oh
Alley Cat Jen, Alley Cat Jen
Ooh, oh
Alley Cat Jen, Alley Cat Jen
Ooh, oh
Alley Cat Jen, Alley Cat Jen
Ooh, oh, yeah