J.R. Writer, Cam’ron, Lil Wayne - Bird Call lyrics

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers
Strugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers
Pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are coming
Get to hop and running
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping
Young'un put away that herb, raw
Let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd call

I still be where the weed flip
In the P's with the trees lit
So much water in the order
It's just leaving them seasick
With a ski in my V6
Trying to skeet on a b lips down low
Like I'm trying to keep her a secret
Act wrong, chrome, passing me dome
Next minute - shit


I'm finished she'll be flagging it home
But I always keep a straggler
That's known to bone and run through a lap
Faster than Marion Jones
Man listen, I still got them grams flipping
Tan pitching corner to the damn kitchen
Gained a couple fans
Had to make a transition
But I'm still in the hood like a transmission
No cat can match me
I'm passing fastly - who's half as nasty?
I got it locked from here all
The way to Cak-a lacky
But keep a Mac for Scrappy
Thinking it's just laffy taffy
Shit, this beat'll be the only
Thing clapping at me
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers
Strugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers
Pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are coming
Get to hop and running
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping
Young'un put away that herb, raw
Let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd call

Birdman JR and JR, pigeons know who they are
Niggas gotta pay off
Snitches know to say y'all
If chickens on the radar, I’m at it
Cause I get it on my day off
Ain't nothing like getting weight off
Scrape off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag that and make all the cake
I gotta lay off
The way y'all hate me like I’m Adolf
But y'all can't see me: Ray Charles
I steal whores, I’ll probably take yours
Because you peel off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I want I takes
Whatever I need I bleed and succeed
Bitch nigga, don’t breathe on the weed
I’m fucking with them birds
Without feeding them seeds
That’s creed, you don’t know about it
Full clip how I go about it, full body
Hard body, I’m like "God got 'im"
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers
Strugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers
Pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are coming
Get to hop and running
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping
Young'un put away that herb, raw
Let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd call

"Damn, homie
In high school you was the man, homie"
That's what a fan told me, shit
Same old cat, get his Kangol clapped
Brains blown back dissing Dame
Dame don't rap
Shame on black, the game's so whack
Dame sonned you children
From in front of your building
Right to a hundred million
G'head pimp it, pimping g'head act up, doggy
Get your limp on
Pimping if they acting froggy
Tell 'em back up off me I come down
Clap the forty cal
That's a badder story, not in my category
Mess around, Dame held Def Jam down
Pardon my back
Jacking and the left hand pounds
Redneck found, Tec Tec pound
Duck duck goose, pump pump shoot
Shoot, lets get down it may seem petty
But we all turn mean deadly
For green-fetti, my whole team ready
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers
Strugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers
Pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are coming
Get to hop and running
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping
Young'un put away that herb, raw
Let us know the word or
Clap, that's the byrd call

This ain't only bars and tracks
This is for the hardest cats
Flipping all the hard in back
Make them catch a heart attack
When you see the narcs attack, let me know
Start to clap, clap, clap
A star with a deal, Chopard be on chill
The car is DeVille, it's real ill
Heart in the grill it's foreign, my nills
Cruise the city with the semi or the celly
On skinnies like I'm starving my wheels