DJ Quik, AMG, Hi-C - Birdz & Da Beez lyrics
[DJ Quik, AMG, Hi-C - Birdz & Da Beez lyrics]
I only really give a fuck what you drink
I'm a bartender, car spender, a dick lender
A cash spender, ass bender, I'm ass in
Let's get it crackin like a brothel
In here a whore house
Got these bitches walkin nekkid
Throughout the whole house
What the fuck you think my
Life is about? Bitches hatin
What you think that butter knife
Is about? Bitches hatin
To see what this nigga's dick is about
Do he be just talking shit? No I doubt
He got years of clout
Like a rebound on a credit
Line on a Master Card
Swiped it right between her pussy
Then I bashed the bone
Then I juke it for a minute
As I punched in my code
Then I waited for the pearls to come out
Low and behold bankrupt cus ya stank stunk
Frontin like a pooh bear
I opened up ya cock and hollered then
"Who there?"
"Nobody just us lice" That's nice
Little buggers
Done grew up to be the size the rice
So I jumped back shocked and
Grabbed for my colla
Her pussy depreciated to pennies on a dolla
Now what the fuck? If you want
The dick get the fuck up
And stop actin like a old tampon stuck up
Give me something to put my
Stamp on the tramp gone, "What up?"
I make ya bust nuts till ya nut up
The Birdz and Da Beez are the
Four things that we consume
Drink up become room
Then fuck up in the room with the door locked
Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock
Shabity wee-rock sweet cock, juicy boo
Like Crips and Piru, shit, we gone do
I fell into the club and hit the dance flo
Ya boy got mad cus what I dipped with his ho
Baby girl had my tinsel returnin slow
She was sick, got me looking for Pepto-Bismol
Shit stackin, jaw smackin, dolla dropa
Dice shakin money makin holla hoppa
Home wreckin, ho checkin dick is slow
Bring me back Cognac, from the liquor sto'
Bet you didn't know that ya ho is a freak
Every week she got something up
In her jaw meat
And it aint policies, spit it out
You gone tear my zipper on me before we
Get it out they wanna be touched by
The untouchable click
Don't hate participate, yo sing that shit
The Birdz and Da Beez are the
Four things that we consume
Drink up become room
Then fuck up in the room with the door locked
Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock
When I bubble it's trouble
What I'm sippin on make it a double
When I'm wit a ho, take her to hustle
More money ya muscle
Shake a hooker like a trick up
Leather and Wood 304 to the good
When I'm pimpin I'm jaggy
When I'm pimpin I'm saggy
When I'm high I'm a fly guy into the cat
? the day Federan the man
When I put it on floss mode looking for ants
You a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya had
Now get up in the pad, dick suckin I'm glad
Never knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzz
When I'm sittin in first class
Take it in the ass
Nigga you done lost ya playa pass
Trick nigga
304 niggas been ran up in that ass
Smashed up on the gas of the S-5 double
Like I said when I bouble it's trouble
Can I hooo
The Birdz and Da Beez are the
Four things that we consume
Drink up become room
Then fuck up in the room with the door locked
Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock