Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Birds, artist - Richie Rich. Album song The Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.09.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TenSix
Song language: English
Birds |
| To all my hustler niggas |
| To all the muthafuckas out there that’s rollin |
| You know what I’m talkin bout? |
| Fuckin 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 shit’ll bounce right |
| I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons |
| Fuck till November, I be gone till June |
| Summer ain’t shit if you ain’t got the coke |
| Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes |
| Oakland gettin money, nigga, fuck what you heard |
| Out of town niggas livin half a bird |
| What you fuckin with? |
| Tell em what you fuckin with |
| I’m pushin birds… |
| Seen my nigga in a Benz and he spin in a ditch |
| He be movin things for like 13.6 |
| Try to tell his nigga how he hatin the game |
| Let’s get them driver numbers, 18 a thing |
| Wanna-be niggas can’t tell him shit |
| Two weeks pass, heard that nigga got hit |
| Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth |
| Stupid muthafucka, game turned him out |
| Smoked |
| The nigga got smoked |
| Violated fuckin with them birds… |
| Niggas round the world screamin they want some |
| Used to get my shit from a straight Columb' |
| Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down |
| Now only Mex hold weight in the Town |
| Dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs |
| Now that’s the type of shit that get your ass fucked up |
| I’m spendin big bread so I need the cream |
| Cook 10 zips, bring back 14 |
| Heard em in a drop on the strenght of a ??? |
| Holdin all that dough but I swear it ain’t him |
| Niggas in the Town gettin mad at the rich |
| Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitch |
| Cause I ain’t fuckin with you |
| Snitch nigga, I ain’t fuckin with you |
| Have your bitch get your birds… |
| I’m puttin up numbers so I’m changin the stats |
| You all know by now, yes, a nigga need gats |
| All my Israeli with the Gaza chops |
| Fully automatic, brand new in the box |
| A funny style nigga but his guns be good |
| He used to own a liquor store right up in the hood |
| Smelly muthafucka, sto' filled with nats |
| Never woulda thought he had the gats |
| Made his ass a offer at a thousand a bird |
| With this type of shit I knew his ass’ll stay in fur |
| Either way it go I’m spendin loot |
| Cause niggas got the word that it’s birds in the coop |
| And they stay in there |
| Nigga, AK’s in there |
| Come and try to get my birds… |
| 2.2 36 or a g |
| Hard or soft, that b-i-r-d |
| Man’s best friend, nigga, fuck a dog |
| Never got to feed him, plus he bought me a hog |
| My bike worth 50, Benz worth a hun' |
| Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun |
| Don’t get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it’s real |
| Had a presidential way 'fore I had a deal |
| Believe me |
| I’m born and raised with em |
| Nigga, I stays with em |
| Pluckin feathers off the birds… |
| To all my muthafuckin cola-rollers |
| Out of muthafuckin controllers |
| Understand me? |
| Get that bread, nigga |
| Crack pays |
| In so many muthafuckin ways |
| I used to sell $ 2 rocks |
| Nigga, $ 1.5 rocks, nigga |
| On the real, I had 80 cent rocks |