Birds lyrics
by Richie Rich
[ *this song is styled after Ice-T's '6 'N The Morning'* ]
To all my hustler n*ggas
To all the muthaf*ckas out there that's rollin
You know what I'm talkin bout?
f*ckin with the birds...
Check this out
Bring me back a soda and I don't mean a Sprite
I need the armor hammer so my sh*t'll bounce right
I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons
f*ck till November, I be gone till June
Summer ain't sh*t if you ain't got the coke
Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes
Oakland gettin money, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
Out of town n*ggas livin half a bird
What you f*ckin with?
Tell em what you f*ckin with
I'm pushin birds...
Seen my n*gga in a Benz and he spin in a ditch
He be movin things for like 13.6
Try to tell his n*gga how he hatin the game
Let's get them driver numbers, 18 a thing
Wanna-be n*ggas can't tell him sh*t
Two weeks pass, heard that n*gga got hit
Found him in the hills with a di*k in his mouth
Stupid muthaf*cka, game turned him out