Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Birds Fly South , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Birds Fly South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.03.2003
Record label: Avarice
Song language: English
Birds Fly South |
| Southside, hot |
| Westside, hot |
| Off in the Dirty Dirty, you know we do it with these |
| Poetic and Don Ke, known for getting that cheese |
| I’m a calculator, calculate my feddy |
| It be sixteen a bird, if your chips is ready |
| Where your cash at nigga, cause I stay in the mix |
| Nextdoor to Mexico, I get it thirteen six |
| C.D.'s and L.P.'s, keep it legally true |
| I’m a underground king, rest in peace to Screw |
| You know my click on the creep, with no time to sleep |
| You can hit me all night, got them thangs for cheap |
| Where them real hustlas at, where them real ballas at |
| Get your grind on playa, for real and live fat |
| We legendary thugs, known for shooting slugs |
| Sitting in front of clubs, on brand new Dubs |
| The Escaladea, is looking good no doubt |
| And one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South |
| From the East to the West fa sho, that’s how we does it |
| Southside for life, won’t you tell me how you love it |
| You get it how you live, or you close your mouth |
| And for the hustlas round the world, mayn the birds fly South |
| From the East to the West fa sho, that’s how we does it |
| Southside for life, won’t you tell me how you love it |
| You get it how you live, or you close your mouth |
| And there’s one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South |
| I’m bout to touch down, headed to Oak-Town |
| A fat sack of smoke, I’m ready to straight clown |
| Leave the airport, headed straight to the spot |
| And my nigga Mr. Changra, he be punching the clock |
| I’m a certified G, giving all I got |
| They go South for the winter, cause the tracks is hot |
| I be laying low, in the studio writing |
| Remember Lil' Ke, like they did the Titans |
| It’s a earthquake, from California to Texas |
| 22's on that thang, don’t you touch that Lexus |
| Gotta get it baby, cause you know I’m a savage |
| And that Fed-Ex bout to drop off, a beautiful package |
| We some independent masters, causing a disaster |
| Get ghost on the FED’s, like my name was Casper |
| Bastard fa sho, when I’m moving in route |
| And there’s one thang fa sho, mayn the birds fly South |
| Commission, Avarice, don’t really get us pissed |
| Sell a quick hundred thousand, is first on the list |
| Lay it down, cause we just some young Hoggs |
| This for real dogs, we doing this for y’all |
| I pop up the trunk, let em hear the funk |
| Setting up the shop, got the neighborhood crunk |
| We slab riding, and everything is thick |
| From the quarters to the halves, to the whole damn brick |
| Let’s get this money Pete, cause it don’t matter to me |
| You can smoke a gang of hours, have a bag or tree |
| We drop hit after hit, lick after lick |
| All the real gangstas, gonna feel this shit |
| They fly South |