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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 SongtexteStupid 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 Aus Songtexte Mania