Cats and Dogs

[Chorus: Kobe]

Not what your feeling bitch

You gon' learn to shut your mouth

Cause we gone eat now now, now now

Fuck your feelings bitch

Just go hop your ass in here

And hold this shit round

Hold this shit down

Come move them things for me

Across town, town

And make sure they touchdown

Just makin' it in town

And make sure they touchdown, touchdown

[Verse 1: The Game]

Uhuh, I need a gangster bitch

Nigga I ain't lyin', Im talkin' when I fuck

She scream you hear sirens

No domestic violence

Just domestic diamonds

So let me ice you out

So when you slidin' down the pole

Doin' your Magic City thing

Your neck and wrist glow

Im dreamin', she ain't a stripper, she a classy girl

Goin' off that Patron, she my nasty girl

First name, Rachael, last name Jones

You related to Nas, girl, Queens my second home

You know, Prince Akeem coming with a Semmi and we can tear it up

Weekend in Cannes, then we coming to America

She wears those Jimmy Choos but she love that Gucci, never been to ATL

But she love that Gucci, Brrr

She taught me how to cook Cajun

And I taught her how to cook crack

And I chopped it on her back

Now tell me where they do that

[Chorus: Kobe]

Not what your feeling bitch

You gon' learn to shut your mouth

Cause we gone eat now now, now now

Fuck your feelings bitch

Just go hop your ass in here

And hold this shit round

Hold this shit down

Come move them things for me

Across town, town

And make sure they touchdown

Just makin' it in town

And make sure they touchdown, touchdown

[Verse 2: The Game]

I put her on a Greyhound

She know she better stay down

Ride or die like my Bentley

Man this bitch will never break down

She my bustin' baby, you should see her bust a tre pound

Love Roc-A-Fella so much, she won't even call me Jay now

She roll my weed man, like she my weed man

Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that Wii, damn

Love is for a season, haters 365

And the game Cats and Dogs, keep your bitch by your side

Got a hardtop Lambo, when the rain start to pour

Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors

Her girlfriend told her, that I was creepin with a stripper

Told her I was courtside, watchin' the wack ass Clippers

Bitch please, I'm a Laker fan and Kobe that's my nigga

Keep my grass cut so I can see when the snake slith her

Shit, came out of no where like Khloe and Lamar

Kind of got a nigga thinkin' maybe I'm

[Chorus: Kobe]

Not what your feeling bitch

You gon' learn to shut your mouth

Cause we gone eat now now, now now

Fuck your feelings bitch

Just go hop your ass in here

And hold this shit round

Hold this shit down

Come move them things for me

Across town, town

And make sure they touchdown

Just makin' it in town

And make sure they touchdown, touchdown

[Verse 3: The Game]

I let her drive the Range on our first date

She the first one to put me on that Drake mixtape

I just wanna be successful baby

Take you out them Hudson jeans and re-dress you baby

We can walk down Rodeo, turn around, you on Melrose

Fly to New York in the winter and try on some Timbos

Or we can hit South Beach, fuck with Ross and Timbo

The world is cherry pie, and we can slice it up like Kimbo

You cook the rock, I break it down

I wrap it up, you weigh them pounds

I make the call, you start the car

We can drive it out of town

Im your nigga right? And you my bitch (Yeah)

Even if they lock me up, she gon' get them bricks there

When we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there

Unzip my 501's and she gon' put her lips there

The memoirs of a perfect bitch

You gotta hold them down even if its

[Chorus: Kobe]

Not what your feeling bitch

You gon' learn to shut your mouth

Cause we gone eat now now, now now

Fuck your feelings bitch

Just go hop your ass in here

And hold this shit round

Hold this shit down

Come move them things for me

Across town, town

And make sure they touchdown

Just makin' it in town

And make sure they touchdown, touchdown