Birdz and Da Beez lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
I don't really give a f*ck what you think
I only really give a f*ck what you drink
I'm a bartender, car spender, a di*k lender
A cash spender, ass bender
I'm asking you, get it crackin' like a brothel in here
A whorehouse, got these b*tches walking naked throughout the whole house
What the f*ck you think my life is about?
b*tches hatin', what you think that butter knife is about?
b*tches waitin' to see what this n*gga's di*k is about
Do he be just talking sh*t?
No, I doubt
He got years of clout
Like a revolving credit line on a MasterCard
Swiped it right between the pus*y, then I bashed the broad
Then I juke it for a minute as I punched in my code
Then I waited for the pearls to come out, low and behold
Bankrupted 'cause your stank stunk
Frontin' like a pooh bear
I opened up your c*ck and hollered in it, "Who there?"
Nobody just us lice
That's nice, little buggers done grew up to be the size of rice
So I jumped back, shocked, and grabbed for my collar
Her pus*y depreciated to pennies on a dollar
Now what the f*ck?
If you want the di*k, get the f*ck up
And stop acting like a old tampon, stuck
Give me something to put my stamp on, the tramp gone, what up
I'll make you bust nuts 'til you nut up
[Chorus: DJ Quik + AMG]
The birds and the bees are the four teas that we consume
Drink up, become goons, and f*ck up in the room with the door locked (Door locked)
Wake up, divorce, looking for some more c*ck (More c*ck)

The birds and the bees are the four teas that we consume
Drink up, become goons, and f*ck up in the room with the door locked (Door locked)
Wake up, divorce, looking for some more c*ck (More c*ck)

[Verse 2: AMG]
When I bubble its trouble
What I'm sippin on make it a double
When I'm wit a ho, take her to hustle
More money ya muscle
Shake a hooker like a trick up
Leather and Wood 304 to the good
When I'm pimpin I'm jaggy
When I'm pimpin I'm saggy
When I'm high I'm a fly guy into the cat
?? the day Federan the man
When I put it on floss mode looking for ants
You a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya had
Now get up in the pad, di*k suckin I'm glad
Never knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzz
When I'm sittin in first class
Take it in the ass
n*gga you done lost ya playa pass
Trick n*gga, 304 n*ggas been ran up in that ass
Smashed up on the gas of the S-5 double
Like I said when I bouble its trouble
Can I hooo...
[Hook] (2x)
The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consume
Drink up become room
Then f*ck up in the room with the door locked
Wake up Divorced looking for some more c*ck