Текст песни Richie Rich - Birds
Richie Rich - Birds слова песни
[ *this song is styled after Ice-T`s `6 `N The Morning`* ]To all my hustler niggasTo all the muthafuckas out there that`s rollinYou know what I`m talkin bout?Fuckin with the birds...Check this outBring me back a soda and I don`t mean a SpriteI need the armor hammer so my shit`ll bounce rightI was cookin dope, bringin back full moonsFuck till November, I be gone till JuneSummer ain`t shit if you ain`t got the cokeFlipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokesOakland gettin money, nigga, fuck what you heardOut of town niggas livin half a birdWhat you fuckin with?Tell em what you fuckin withI`m pushin birds...Seen my nigga in a Benz and he spin in a ditchHe be movin things for like 13.6Try to tell his nigga how he hatin the gameLet`s get them driver numbers, 18 a thingWanna-be niggas can`t tell him shitTwo weeks pass, heard that nigga got hitFound him in the hills with a dick in his mouthStupid muthafucka, game turned him outSmokedThe nigga got smokedViolated fuckin with them birds...Niggas round the world screamin they want someUsed to get my shit from a straight Columb`Cracker fucked around and locked the connect downNow only Mex hold weight in the TownDippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubsNow that`s the type of shit that get your ass fucked upI`m spendin big bread so I need the creamCook 10 zips, bring back 14Heard em in a drop on the strenght of a ???Holdin all that dough but I swear it ain`t himNiggas in the Town gettin mad at the richLearn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitchCause I ain`t fuckin with youSnitch nigga, I ain`t fuckin with youHave your bitch get your birds...I`m puttin up numbers so I`m changin the statsYou all know by now, yes, a nigga need gatsAll my Israeli with the Gaza chopsFully automatic, brand new in the boxA funny style nigga but his guns be goodHe used to own a liquor store right up in the hoodSmelly muthafucka, sto` filled with natsNever woulda thought he had the gatsMade his ass a offer at a thousand a birdWith this type of shit I knew his ass`ll stay in furEither way it go I`m spendin lootCause niggas got the word that it`s birds in the coopAnd they stay in thereNigga, AK`s in thereCome and try to get my birds...2.2 36 or a gHard or soft, that b-i-r-dMan`s best friend, nigga, fuck a dogNever got to feed him, plus he bought me a hogMy bike worth 50, Benz worth a hun`Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for funDon`t get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it`s realHad a presidential way `fore I had a dealBelieve meI`m born and raised with emNigga, I stays with emPluckin feathers off the birds...To all my muthafuckin cola-rollersOut of muthafuckin controllersUnderstand me?Get that bread, niggaCrack paysIn so many muthafuckin waysI used to sell $2 rocksNigga, $1.5 rocks, niggaOn the real, I had 80 cent rocks