Andre Nickatina - Birds With No Wings lyrics
[Andre Nickatina - Birds With No Wings lyrics]
You sober up punk, I do it high
I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun alive
Baby, you turnin' me on and
When you turnin' me off
I think you better take some lessons yeah
From Diana Ross i'm shippin' birds with no
Wings all over seas and other people cop 'em
At the hottest degrees
I keep money for bail because
I never liked jail
And I study A-plus student at Yale
They say, "Andre Nickatina
Your emcee number seven"
Smokin' weed up in heaven, born on 3 11
Tigas and gods, liquor and bomb
I look to my path like the holy Quran
I'm shippin' birds with no wing all over seas
I put em where they never
Heard raps like these
I rhyme like calico cats, and two gold gats
Now what motherfucker think he
Fucking with that?
I be the special shish kabob on
The grill with all steaks
Call me a Mac truck with no brakes
Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes
And get into anybody in any other state
Grand wizard baby, take a look at what I done
We used to sex in your
Basement now I'm number one
With no desire I'm throwing
Gasoline on the fire
I don't like your record store
If you're not a buyer spin cycle
It's somethin' like a wash and dry
And I be speaking to my PO with a serious lie
You know the matador, the replicon
The guillotine
The money, the dope, homie, the triple beam
Melody's soft but is heavy as weights
We got the snottiest freaks
With the sexiest face
You better poka bang bang a chica chica chill
A tumble down the hill like Jack and Jill
We say spin around broke witch
Bust a ballerina
I pro blow when Mark with Marina
It's time, tiga I was bred to grind
And your zodiac sign ain't nothing to mind
Man, the killa whale of hell, yell
Strikin' down bail wet you with the water
Smack you with my tail
Shit, I'm shipping birds overseas
With no wings the number one Pisces
Shit, it's me
I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun alive
Baby, you turnin' me on and
When you turnin' me off
I think you better take some lessons yeah
From Diana Ross i'm shippin' birds with no
Wings all over seas and other people cop 'em
At the hottest degrees
I keep money for bail because
I never liked jail
And I study A-plus student at Yale
They say, "Andre Nickatina
Your emcee number seven"
Smokin' weed up in heaven, born on 3 11
Tigas and gods, liquor and bomb
I look to my path like the holy Quran
I'm shippin' birds with no wing all over seas
I put em where they never
Heard raps like these
I rhyme like calico cats, and two gold gats
Now what motherfucker think he
Fucking with that?
I be the special shish kabob on
The grill with all steaks
Call me a Mac truck with no brakes
Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes
And get into anybody in any other state
Grand wizard baby, take a look at what I done
We used to sex in your
Basement now I'm number one
With no desire I'm throwing
Gasoline on the fire
I don't like your record store
If you're not a buyer spin cycle
It's somethin' like a wash and dry
And I be speaking to my PO with a serious lie
You know the matador, the replicon
The guillotine
The money, the dope, homie, the triple beam
Melody's soft but is heavy as weights
We got the snottiest freaks
With the sexiest face
You better poka bang bang a chica chica chill
A tumble down the hill like Jack and Jill
We say spin around broke witch
Bust a ballerina
I pro blow when Mark with Marina
It's time, tiga I was bred to grind
And your zodiac sign ain't nothing to mind
Man, the killa whale of hell, yell
Strikin' down bail wet you with the water
Smack you with my tail
Shit, I'm shipping birds overseas
With no wings the number one Pisces
Shit, it's me