Boldy James - For the Birds lyrics
[Boldy James - For the Birds lyrics]
Birds of a feather flock together
And you winging it
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick quick, a 28 by 36
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick
Birds of a feather flock together
And you winging it
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick
36 for the birds and I need a brick
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick
Blocks, I p-p-push it real good
In that salt and pepper Chevy with
Them woofers and them subs
On them spinderellas, I can hit the Kenwood
Remote and change the channel while
I'm breaking down the bud
Smoking a perfecto, drinking on the bud
Finna roll another rello up and
Take it to the lungs
Pedaling that rego, racing through the slums
Pedal to the metal in a race against time
With nowhere to go but up, Bo on?
Cause you damned if you do
I'm heading nowhere fast
And you damned if you don't
Slow your role young man
'Fore you crash and you burn
I can't hold yo hand
Through this shit and? better know yo ledge
Knowledge is the key to success
It's all in your head
Yea, to be or not to be
If you can see what I can see
As far as the eye can see, narcotic?
Got 'em for 25, get 'em for 17
How he expect to fly if he
Don't ever spread his wings?
4-5 Desert Eagle with the beam
He talk fly, shoot him out the sky
Clip his wings over a bird of 'caine
Run up in your bird nest
Put 'em in yo bird brain and yo bird chest
Over that pack
What's the sense of putting all of your eggs
In one basket if they don't hatch
Mother Goose and the old lady
Who lived in a shoe
Lining all my ducks in a row, duck, duck
Goose
Red Bull and Grey Goose mixed with champagne
What's good for the goose is
Good for the gander
Where they let 'em fly and
Throw bullets instead of tantrums
In the hood, on the stoop
Where them pigeons landed
Got them fruit loops, Toucan Sam
And put yo ass six feet like
The old Jordan Jams cause
And you winging it
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick quick, a 28 by 36
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick
Birds of a feather flock together
And you winging it
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick
36 for the birds and I need a brick
Man this shit is for the birds
And I need a brick
Blocks, I p-p-push it real good
In that salt and pepper Chevy with
Them woofers and them subs
On them spinderellas, I can hit the Kenwood
Remote and change the channel while
I'm breaking down the bud
Smoking a perfecto, drinking on the bud
Finna roll another rello up and
Take it to the lungs
Pedaling that rego, racing through the slums
Pedal to the metal in a race against time
With nowhere to go but up, Bo on?
Cause you damned if you do
I'm heading nowhere fast
And you damned if you don't
Slow your role young man
'Fore you crash and you burn
I can't hold yo hand
Through this shit and? better know yo ledge
Knowledge is the key to success
It's all in your head
Yea, to be or not to be
If you can see what I can see
As far as the eye can see, narcotic?
Got 'em for 25, get 'em for 17
How he expect to fly if he
Don't ever spread his wings?
4-5 Desert Eagle with the beam
He talk fly, shoot him out the sky
Clip his wings over a bird of 'caine
Run up in your bird nest
Put 'em in yo bird brain and yo bird chest
Over that pack
What's the sense of putting all of your eggs
In one basket if they don't hatch
Mother Goose and the old lady
Who lived in a shoe
Lining all my ducks in a row, duck, duck
Goose
Red Bull and Grey Goose mixed with champagne
What's good for the goose is
Good for the gander
Where they let 'em fly and
Throw bullets instead of tantrums
In the hood, on the stoop
Where them pigeons landed
Got them fruit loops, Toucan Sam
And put yo ass six feet like
The old Jordan Jams cause