Ghetto Bird

Why oh why must you swoop through the hood

Like everybody from the hood is up to no good

You think all the girls around here are tricking

Up there looking like super chicken

At night I see your light through my bedroom window

But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil

I can't wait till I hear you say

I'm going down, mayday, mayday

I'm gonna clown

'Cause every time that the pigs have got me

Y'all rub it in with the flying nazi

Military force, but we don't want ya

Standing on my roof with a rocket launcher

So fly like an eagle

But don't follow us where ever we go

The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's heard

Motherfuck you and you punk ass ghetto bird

Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird

Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird

Now, my homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex

And let me try the four next

Now the four I was driving is hotter than July

Looked up and didn't see a ribbon in the sky

Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom

Calling all cars, I think we've got 'em

I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood

I think I drove through every single hood

South Central, Compton, and Watts

Long Beach, bust a you, here come the cops

Wish I had a genie with about three wishes

Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious

You know that I'm running, shit, I hear it humming

Fuck, I see it coming

Is it a bird, yup

Is it a plane, no

I hit me a right on El Segundo

Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala

Let's see if they would folla

Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another

Met me a baby pitbull and his mother

Ran up in some people's house and looked out the window

I wish it was my kin folk

Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the third

'Cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

Just put his hat off, he combed his hair, then put his hat back on

So, he's a acting nonchalant, up there in that cockpit

Going 115 miles an hour, with the, uh, police chasing him

They're not gonna be real happy when they catch up with him

No matter what the scene, with the uh

The uh, they hate, they hate a big mouth even worse

Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't want to see him

Could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?

See I didn't want to gank you

But don't make me bank you, thank you

Tried to get to the hood, and you might guess

That a fool like me'a shot Cyrus

Incognito, ghetto eagle

Saying fuck, where did he go

I bust me a left from Rubellon

Park the 7-35 and I'm bailing

Went to my home girl's house, and got a hug man

She helped me run like Harriet Tubman

Looked out the window by the black bed

I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed

Then the light from the bird hit me in the face

I closed the blinds 'cause I didn't want to catch a case

All that night, I heard the bird circle

While I was eating fish and watching Urkel

She said I could sleep on the couch

By 2AM I was digging her out

Fuck the ghetto bird

Which way is he going now? Ok, now, now

He's actually southbound, on a service street, and uh

Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here to figure out which

Surface street he suddenly turned off on

Uh, the Sheriffs, are, are, well I know that

Sheriffs ground units got thrown off

Motherfuck you and your punk ass ghetto bird