Stick-up Kitty in the sun on the roof
beating down his eyes for a victim Jack.
Smiling at all possibilities,
dreaming 'bout the loot spending 'cheese, ' in your pockets.
Stick-up Kitty’s gonna get that, split that,
this that, ha-ha say hello to meow little friend.
Don't mess with my eyes, believe me what I’m sayin,
gonna happen, four hundred times greater than the life of an athlete,
with only two feet,
like a night swallowed day,
his shadow moves still quicker than a ray,
spinning visions of targets,
projecting you with his stealth,
got milk? got wealth?
stick 'em up, stick 'em up,
his claw in your face makes a disco club in your jaw taste sweet.
He ain't playin, purrrr.
I ain't playin, purrrr.
You got lucky, purrrr.