He's a Bird, He's a Plane

The dope house

Got it snowin' in the summer

Drug runner

Fuck the I'ma gunna wanna fast learner

Attack like piranha

My next big hit's called hubba, hubba, hubba

I smoker her 'cause I love her

Bod of Danny Glover

Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother

From the gutter diggin' in your trash cans

Fuck her but my **** it'll be your last dance

I came up off the cut bond like some trophy trucks

The only thing I sell is smokable products

In my all white chucks

Turn a man into dust

You wanna meet the devil huh?

You in a bad rush

I'ma keep a smile, I was born a crack child

Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles

Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion

Pronounce 'em dead by four pm

Call me Los Kavorkian

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

In Herewood we didn't have many choices

I'm hearing noises, outside I hear voices

McCoys is a family who didn't have much

Except the love of a single mother's touch

The lust of money had me slingin' 'caine and weed

I was first on the block and last to leave

Feel the rain as it falls on this tricky game

Break a cane, clear your sinuses

Like liquid drain

Lift my name, guess my pain is used

To entertain

A simple thing in every city

Seem like shit's the same

Born loser

V twelve  cruiser

I opened up a store for the common drug user

Thirty six   eggs come from each chicken

Some of you ain't livin' fuckin' with the unforgiven

I wish I could hug those dead or in prison

They go to jail or hell just because it's free admission, man

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot

Thirty  slab rocks in a little match box

Ho ass cops hit the cut around seven

Caught a fiend with a bike and arrested him for resin

Fuckin' pigs want me so bad they can taste it

But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead

'Cause I don't slip, bro quick abandon ship

Rap a platinum hit, make the police captain sick

Backstreet legends

The world feel my presence

I'm the first man to touch it when the dope get to Texas

You can keep the Lexus 'cause I bought two Benz's

On the microphone I break you off in one sentence

Stay aware for what's out there

I smell hate all in the air

Ask me what my race was, I told 'em it was player

A very rare breed, almost extinct

The way I walk, the way I think

The shit I wear, the shit I drink

The way I stink

I smell like fruity hydroponic

When haters see my car they turn around and vomit

I'm loco, fuck any player hating joto

You ain't got no love for me

I ain't got no love tampoco

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane

Some do it for the money and fame

He just don't wanna sell no more 'caine

Now his flow is a beautiful thing

SPM, he's a bird, he's a plane