[Chorus]. I ain't in to fat lippin I'm into gat grippin. A cat slippin, is a cat drippin. Why I say that? The cat slippin, the mac's spittin, the cat drippin, look in the mirror yous a fat kitten.
I'm mad at the way she loves me. And I'm mad at the way she cares. I'm mad at the way she touch me. At the way that she comb her hair. . I'd be lying, if I said it didn't mean a thing.