Tekst piosenki
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood Like everybody from the hood is up to no good You think all the girls around here are trickin' Up there lookin like Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday!" I'm gonna clown Cause everytime that the pigs have got me Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi Military force, but we don't want ya Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher "So fly like an eagle" But don't follow us wherever we go The shit that I'm sayin', make sure it's heard Mothafuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird CHORUS: Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird (2x) Now my homey's here To lick on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the four next Now the four I was drivin' was hotter than july Looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom "Calling all cars, I think we've got him!" I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes Metal flake green on D's, I look suspicious You know that I'm runnin' Shit, I hear it hummin' Fuck, I see it comin' Is it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? No I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala Let's see if they would follow Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another Met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house And looked out of the window I wish it was my 10-4 Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis III. Cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird "Just put his hat off, he combed his hair Then put his hat back on, so.. He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit Going 115 miles an hour, with the police chasing him They're not gonna be real happy When they catch up with him, no matter what The, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse" Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him Could you please give me the keys to the BM? See, I didn't want to gank you But don't make me bank you, thank you Tried to get to the hood And you might guess That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus Incognito, Ghetto Eagle sayin': "Fuck, where did he go?" I bust me a left from Rubellon Park The 735 and I'm bailin' Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man She helped me run like Harriet Tubman Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I closed the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case All that night, I heard the bird circle While I was eating fish and watching Urkel She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was diggin' her out Fuck the ghetto bird "Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now, now he's actually southbound On a service street and, uh gee whiz.. I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure out Which service street he suddelny turned off on Uh, the sherriffs are, are.. Well I know that Sherriffs ground units got thrown off!" Mothafuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird!


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