Ah, Suomen leijoin whiteboy, Flaco anto mulle N-pass
Celine tracksuit, mä oon vetämässä Fastgas-balloons, ah
Sä tiiät, mitä haluun
Voin ostaa sulle käsilaukun, johon tulee takuu, ah
Pitää mokaa ja oppii, sä hoksaat sen
Paljon tilaisuuksii, sun vaa pitää bongaa ne
Jos sä oot broke, veli, sit sun pitää korjaa se
Oon ajanu vitusti autoi, ne ei oo normaalei
Tuo timanttitesteri, näät liikennevalot
Sun chaini on fufu, se vaa kiiltelee valos
Ne ei uskonu muhu, "Tää menee pielee", nе sano
Vuokrasin Westendist Cheekin vierеisen talon
En syö mustaa makkaraa, vaa perset
Nii märkä meno, homma ei oo varmaa tervet
En ees osaa uida, eilen hukuin melkeen
Perus whiteboy, haluun sut vaa ku mä kerkeen, ah

"Ne sanoo mul on ylimielisii taitoi
Nään peilist hygieenisen whiteboyn, ah
Juoksen rahan peräs, vaik ei ois jalkoi
Pistän saunan lämpee, koska oon whiteboy, ah
Puhun mun tunteist vaan matkoil
Mietit, "Miks?" Koska oon whiteboy
Tanssin vaan, kun oon maljois
Mietit, "Miks?" Koska oon whiteboy"

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Straight Outta Cathood(Verse 1 – Meow-G)Straight outta Cathood, a crazy clawed-out feline,Stalking through the night with that feral street shine.I’m the scratch in your vinyl, the hiss in your beat,I mark my turf with rhythm, paw pads on heat.

Ain’t no leash on my soul, no bell on my neck,Nine lives deep, still dodgin' the vet.Climbin' up fences, taggin' rooftops with pride,In the alley I was born, where the shadows reside.

(Hook)Straight outta Cathood — where the claws don’t sleep,Where the beat drops heavy and the meows run deep.From the block to the bowl, we control the code,This is feline fire — welcome to the mode.

(Verse 2 – Ice Purr)You step in my alley? Better bring some respect,I swipe like a storm, leave your whole crew wrecked.A tail twitch, a growl, now your gang's in retreat,While we lounge on the throne, eatin’ salmon on repeat.

From the rooftops of Compton to the edge of the trash,We spit truth like furballs, not concerned with your cash.We rhyme with a purpose, spit fur-lined bars,Every word’s a scar, every hook leaves marks.

(Hook)Straight outta Cathood — where the claws don’t sleep,Where the beat drops heavy and the meows run deep.From the block to the bowl, we control the code,This is feline fire — welcome to the mode.

(Bridge – Tabby Shakur)We the alley-born prophets, the prophets of scratch,Never declawed, always ready to match.Each fight, each rhyme, forged a legacy bold,In the cold Compton nights, our destiny told.

(Outro – Clawface)So when you hear the hiss, better duck and flee,That’s the sound of the cats from the S.O.C.We ain’t house-trained, never wore a bell,Straight outta Cathood — where the real cats dwell.

(Final Hook)Straight outta Cathood — where the claws don’t sleep,Where the beat drops heavy and the meows run deep.From the block to the bowl, we control the code,This is feline fire — welcome to the mode.

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