Альбом Birdman

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Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

(Baby in the backround of chorus)
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherf**ker, holla at your boy nigga
Look, whew, fly in any weather nigga
Tryin to get this money
You know real real high, real real high
We tryin to stack it biatch
Bird call motherf**ker!

(Chorus)
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
Birdman, look looks like a looks like a looks like a job job job for job for

(Verse 1)
Yeah, I'm on a mission lil daddy to scoop in the Caddy go visit Ms. Gladius
B(ah) to A(ah) to B-Y BIATCH!
Somethin' so fly and somethin' so slick
24's, 28's, got to be better, 18's never, nigga whatever
It's the New Orleans finest BIATCH!
I'm a worldwide rider with that Gucci and Prada shit
Look like I got to uplift my Prada, get a few dollars, holla at a model
Nigga if it ain't money it can't beat me
That platinum from the neck, wrists, finger, and teeth
But I'm so so cool and I'm so so ooh
Get outta line watch me bust my 2
I ran out the house and I ran in the building
Them people was comin, "Hands up!" ya feel me

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I'm the bird of the nest
The shark of the sea
Hungry dog on the concrete that's tryin' to eat
Nobody move me cause I be who I be
The Uptown rider, the home CMB
I get what I want when I want I could have it
Lexus, Bentley, and the Jag nothin' average
Never got married but I'm lovin' Ms. Gladius
Birdlady in that brand new Caddy
I'm a boss nigga
Nothin' less, two boats no cost nigga
Fly nigga hold your hearts nigga
That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
I stand my grounds, be a man homie
No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang


"F**k it, pitch in nigga!" and don't f**k with them chickens man
Flip whatever: cars, rims, and bucks
Live this life like you don't give a f**k nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Do a doughnut, swing around, and come around the corner
Change feathers twice, come back with the homies
That fly shit, that Prada and Gucci sheets
Feather to the floor with swine on her feets
Bezel that glow with the 9 on the seats
And whether thats snow or white mink on me
See I'm hustlin' leathers and I'm chasin' cheddars
That's Eminem's bitch, it gets no better
With the wide D-lips with the custom leather
And I ball like a dawg Hood Rich forever
See I'm iced all up with that chrome metal
Fully equiped with the Coogi sweater
But it's the Birdman daddy, I run with the bird game
Birds got to have it with my birdy change
But it's the big thangs on the big Range, stop and goes
26's, 28's, it's the Birdman

(Chorus 3X)

(Baby in the backround of chorus)
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah, you understand?
Birdman baby
Oh yeah, you're becoming my kind of a bird
You understand nigga?
Flip one, sell one, roll one baby
Whatever nigga, however you gonna go we gunna roll it to you bitch
I'm comin' to your hood boy, I'm flyin' too
18's is better, never nigga, 24's, 28's, I'm singing nigga
You understand this biatch?
Get rid of it little daddy
You understand?
Birdman motherf**ker!
You know, you gots to hate me nigga
Bird call bitch
Let's get this money, holla at your boy nigga!
The Stunna, Cash Money number one nigga!
Yeah, that's how you lace me nigga!
I'm lovin' it!
Hey Lil' Weezy, Papa doin' his thang nigga!
Later boy, BMJ out!
Let's get this money baby
CMR nigga!

Ay, Ay
Ay man Freezy, I need it this year, baby
(Need it this year, baby)
Ay Jazze, I need some vocals now sing it big boy
(Jazze)

It's the Birdman, daddy
(I'm fly in any weather)
When it comes to these cars
(I puts it together)
See I switch my paint
(And change my leather)
Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers

The Carson Eagles, come fly with me
Sway hair lighter then eyes could see
You can have whatever your eyes could see
('Cause you the Numba 1 Stunna)
Come fly with me

Nigga, I fly past a bitch in a dip back six
Rain or snow I'm still the shit, I'm the Numba 1 Stunna
(I fly in any weather)
It's the Birdman Summer
(I fly in any weather)

See, I come through flossed out sippin' some cris'
Just read me my deal so I smoke now, bitch
See that brand new Benz
(I puts it together)
With the bubble-eye lens
(I puts it together)

With the Gucci on the tims when I spin yo,' benz
Got the new Cardierres with the iced out lens
Birdman, Birdlady with the Burberry Benz
Royal blue niggas with them coca-cola lens
Fly ass nigga with that new coupe Bentley
Gator on the eyes with the chips in the end

I'm trying to get one get one game one
Real tight biatch Birdman motherfucker

It's the Birdman daddy
(I'm fly in any weather)
When it comes to these cars
(I puts it together)
See I switch my paint
(And change my leather)
Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers

The Carson Eagles, come fly with me
Sway hair lighter then eyes could see
You can have whatever your eyes could see
('Cause you the Numba 1 Stunna)
Come fly with me

I'm the boss of the boss
(With Sausage chains)
I salt nigga shine
(And couldn't maintain)
So I hadda step back
(And fly away man)
'Cause it's all about collecting
(All my chains)

See I cook shit, swing around, fly away quick
Put it in the oven, mami hold my shit
I'm the flyest nigga with the flyest bitch
These rims and ice
(I love my shit)

My baby, my Wife
(Come hug me quick)
See I duck on these niggas when I hold my thang
And if you fuck with me bad I'll bust your brain
See I fly like a bird
Got mami the new fur

Slang back, royal blue fits the curves
Stilletto high boots and she smoke that herb
(She the Birdlady, baby)
Ain't scared to hold hers
She came through your hood with the fly ass suburb

It's the Birdman, daddy
(I'm fly in any weather)
When it comes to these cars
(I puts it together)
See I switch my paint
(And change my leather)
Got mami the new Benz and plucked her feathers

The Carson Eagles, come fly with me
Sway hair lighter then eyes could see
You can have whatever your eyes could see
('Cause you the Numba 1 Stunna)
Come fly with me

This is a Mannie Frizzle productshizzle
(So fly)
A Jazze Phizzle collaborizzle
(I fly in any weather)
Birdman, Whooo!
(I fly in any weather)
(I fly in any weather)

24's, 25's, 28's, You know what it is
No rub daddy, act like you don't see them
Act like you don't see them IVC's girl
(I fly in any weather)
(Any weather baby
Sit down alligator one time
Yeah pluck your feathers baby
Fly with the Birdman with the Birdy Birdy

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(Intro:Baby)
Uh huh uh huh
Cut me up in my head, Cut me up nigga f**k
Ay ay Fresh, its all gravy baby
Its my turn nigga, I'm under the burn biotch
If you ain't getting money, you's a crazy motherf**ker (got to be a crazy motherf**ker)
I ain't getting money, I'm probably a crazy motherf**ker (lord help me)
This is a biotch, biotch

(Baby)
Come on nigga
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
The new school bens with them bows to match
But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
Them throwback jerseys with them throwback hats
Burberry timbs with the fence to match
And I'm so so fly, and mommy like that
Ounces of that purple and we do it by the sac
Rag-top bens with them rag-top lacs
Nothing to a gangsta nigga choak your strap
We live for money, hoes cooking that crap
Them 20" rims and them tires are flat
There ain't no question, that stunna is a mack
A nigga thought it was over but bitch we back
With daimonds in the middle PIMP, daimonds in the back BITCH

(Chorus: Mannie Fresh - repeat 2X)
Every Place that I went to
About a hundrend bad broads say they sent you
A picture of themselves but naked, ya heard
They all wanna be Ms. Bird, Ms. Bird

(Baby)
You know I got that Crystal on the rocks
You see a nigga's jewels, no name on the watch


Until a nigga die these cops gon watch
But I don't give a f**k nigga, the shit don't stop
All I'm trying to do is stack a knot
Them aligator seats with them brand new drops
Them hoes gonna jock cause they see a nigga hot
Riding on my jet skiis behind a nigga yot
Ten up in my ear ma ten up on a watch
Real hot girls gonna jock a spot
So grab a nigga dick bitch drop it like its hot
The same old nigga off them up-town blocks
I came around your corner and I shit your spot
It's (?) and I serve your block
A Cash Money hot boy and I pop the lock
A know beat boy with the rooka rooka rock biotch

(Chorus) - 2X

(Mannie Fresh)
Now Dada, Barbara, Kiesha, Tarisa and Dawn
I'm tired of having sex and I want to go home
But I cant leave yet cause they kissing each other
Plus I'm hot and I'm horny, I'm getting my rubbers
What that tatoo on your tittie say, Hood Rich
Let me your ass, oh wolves' bitch
God damn Ms. Kiesha ain't your momma a teacher
Your sister is a mister and your daddys a preacher
Now you's a mixed up screwed down dike type chick
If you ain't eating pussy then you sucking good dick
Now every place that I go to
About a hundred grimey niggas say the know you
And they all got that movie that you made with that man
Don Da Don Don Don, stop playin
If you seeee, the movieeee (triple x bitoch)

(Chorus) - 2X

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird f**king man
Junior daddy - shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm hustling - look up in the sky it's a bird of some cain
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it "Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang"
I say shout it "Ride high dro burn my brain"
Gotta let a boy - I re-earn my thang
And my five pound germ might sing
A song - if you wanna sing say "Bling"
And if you ever see my pa say "King"
And if you ever see his son say "Weezy baby!"
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Ya'll niggas can't see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby
Ya dude can't lose - I'ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!

[Chorus]
Know why I stay so f**king fly?
Stay dipped in every kind of ice?
Big rims on every ride?
Cause I got to, I got to nigga

Live life you ain't gone live it twice
Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don't worry 'bout the price
Cause I got you, I got to nigga

[Baby]
It's the king of the flyer
That ride skinny tires
I'm so so high and I'm so so higher
Its me and Jr. that's so so fly
F**k them other niggas cause they need to retire


We pluck polar bear winter on my side
Sitting on the swine - alligator punch-line
Super stitch in my leather - pockets full of cheddar
Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast
New whips come out - I puts it together
Tell you how I do it - I change my leather
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters
Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers
I wipe it down bitch - bird lady forever
Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather

[Chorus]

[Baby]
She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman's wife
So don't you think twice about this mink and leather shit
You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch
See your fly now mami - used to be a dirty bitch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick
You maintain mami - you never just wild out
That's why Stunna put you in that big ass house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly

[Chorus 1x fades to talking]

(Mannie Fresh Talking)

Yo, This Fresh (echoes)
For you (echoes)
Bout to Freak, The Run D-M-C beat, Ya hoids?
Holla!

(Chorus) (Baby yellin in the background)

I ain't never had nothin (oh yeah), I'm tryna get somethin (believe that there)
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin? (where you at nigga)
I ain't never had nothin (smell me bitch), I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back (holla nigga, nigga) but I gotta keep duckin
(Mannie Freezy!)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin (let's, get feezy)
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
(Suga Slim never love me like stone me boy motherf**ker)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

(Verse 1)
I started from a rock, then move to a chip
Nowadays I'm the Birdman bitch
I ain't never had nothin that share the same dish
We jumped off, we share the same clip
We share the same clothes, whole block wore out shit
Ghetto fab, that ghetto shit
It's that, ghetto map with ghetto tip
You never touch nothin that belong for you slick
We never had nothin so we run for this shit
Breakin-in houses and sellin these bricks, and these
Public houses, it's goverment bullshit
Four and a half tryna cut well for our shit
They tearin down our project(gun pops)bust-yo-clips
Look in ya eyes, see nothin but bitch, when you
Look in my eyes, see these hardlife shit
We ain't never had nothin, I don't stunt till I die bitch!

(Chorus)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back (aye, aye, aye, aye) but I gotta keep duckin
I ain't never had nothin (alright), I'm tryna get somethin (beyotch!)
And where they sell them thangs at (oh yeah), where yo ass duckin?
(Holla atcha boy nigga!)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With my people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
(Birdcall motherf**ker!)

(Verse 2)
Nigga, we had tore down nights
Me and my brother had tore down bikes
Just his tore down life, nigga smoke and fight
Choke the pipe, youngstas bust for stripe
Ain't got new jewels, ain't got no life
Nigga, caught the blues when his part called lights
See I, been in yo shoes, lost memos on crews
And I, paid my deuce from scramblin blues
And I, laid my rules from cookin these fools
And these, f**ked up time in seventy-two's
And I, learned to grind in eighty-two's


And I, learned to shine in ninety-two's
And I (gun pops), bust my nine in twenty-o-two
Now tell me what the f**k I'm suppose to do
I'ma ball like a dogg, so nigga f**k you!
You ever crossed my line, you know what I'ma do bitch

(Chorus)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
I ain't never had nothin (oh yeah), I'm tryna get somethin (beyotch!)
And where they slang them thangs at(holla atcha boy), where yo ass duckin?
(ha, it's our world baby, promise sucka)
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
(aye, aye)

(Verse 3)
We walk up to bread, no meat, marinade (F**k!)
The whole block share a dozen our eggs
The whole hood had one nigga was craze
Mom smoked that shit she had to pay
Old folks know lil' one was bust his hage
Heroin, coke, and dope f**k with his head
Bout to flip the script come out today
Wild Tato, C-To, ball today
Hot cake see a fresh know how to play
Other side had my homie had to lay
Big Chief, real from the concrete streets
Nigga was on the labor and wanted to eat
Shit-a-never get better, love is merry
Tall house, survive and duck the inneries
Nice cars, clothes, pussy hoe, money and fame
Every motherf**ker in here know my name
I was born then live y'all niggas (believe that bitch!) banned in
That's why I stunt so f**kin much

I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
And where they slang them thangs at, where yo ass duckin?
I ain't never had nothin, I'm tryna get somethin
With them people on my back but I gotta keep duckin

(Mannie Fresh Talking)

This Fresh (echoes)
For you (echoes)

(Man Talking)

Yo this the real Magnolia, worldwide ya heard me?
I'm just chillin up in the studio with Mannie Fresh and the Birdman
Yo we goin out, ya heard me, with this great hit
Yo, I'm chillin with Seed and Stone, Bizzy
I'm thinkin about my boy Towe too
But Big G, R.I.P. man, we love you (echoes)
*beat fades*

Oh yeah, believe it baby
Aight Toni, come on Toni

(Toni Braxton)
Baby you can do it
Take your time do it right
You can do it birdman, do it tonight
Get you shine baby
It's your time, do it tonight
(Do it yeah)

(Verse 1)
Ay, ay, ay
See this stuntin, pimpin, cadalliac dippin
Grey-head miss Gladys, your son new mission
Birdman daddy, no divin for fishes
Until you ducks, I'm stackin my riches
Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit a genius
Frankie B, Kristen Desmenfifler
Stilleto boot, wife beater and I minked her
Spend like crazy, if the broad freak me
Dro back jersey, the world wide champion
Baby, in a coupe spin bout eighty
Bird island, know that I'm smilin
Broads on my yaught, wit they gucci and proper
Hood rich, I'm sellin that
Hood rats, cost dime a dollar
Boss pimpin got sick off of power
Get it how you live, I'm a known survivor

(Chorus - Toni Braxton)
Baby you can do it
Take your time do it right
You can do it birdman, do it tonight
Get you shine baby
It's your time, do it tonight
Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time
Bust they eye (bust they eye)
Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time
Bust they eye

(Verse 2)
Well it's the birdman daddy, I'll fly in any weather
I keep the birdlady with the feather in the pezzle


Always on the rock with the full length leather
I'm in the Benz, she in a new Lexus
22's cause we bird infested
Ruby red with the platinum necklace
She in the Escalade, so wild stretchin
I'm so so fly, the man done blessed me
Mami in the village so while dressed em
Mink on the boots wit the minked out sweater
Mink on the floor, with the mink chinchetta
Mink on the Gucci, with the mink on the leather
See I'm fly on these , mami ride on voles
Stop and go's on that new Range Rover
Time to go home, cause I gots to go because
(Mami is in the bed with the breakfast on the stove)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Hey pimp, it's the rich and famous
You drivin wreckless, you drivin dangerous
Twenty inches on the caddy, don't blame me
Slab on the floor, but it's my turn baby
Money ain't natin to me
See that birdman Jr., that somethin to me
What you know about runnin these streets
Get it how you live, and get it how ya be
Get it how ya hustle, and get it how ya see
Off parole so i'm puffin these trees
I'm so so high, I'm a world wide G
Connected to these streets, playa this cash money

(Chorus)

(Baby in the backround)
Oh yeah, Stunner and TB man
Yo turn baby, got your mink on
Your gucci on, your prala on
Do it, do it big
In yo new truck wit yo stop and go's, mami
It's supposed to look so so so fly
Ya done dig, 23's they on turn and shine ya done dig
Birdman daddy, I'm fly in any weather
Ok, fo sheezie baby

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(Baby (talking with echo))
Aye, Aye, Aye, Ya
Tot' 'em up, light it up nigga
Birdman motherf**ker
Clipse, VA, NO nigga
What you smelt
Coke'll leave plastic
Get off the border motherf**ker
Come on little'n handle your business for me boy

(Chorus: Pusha T & (Pharrell) (2x))
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy (yo)
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
(Brrrrrrrrrrr) What happened to that boy
He was talking shit we put a clap into that boy

(Malice)
Whoa...Yeah...Malicious...Yeah
I heard they snitchin' on a player man say it aint so
Even as a young'n they consigned me to blow
WHICH EXPLAINS why I'm worth my weight in gold
While they was taking baby steps from an 8th to an O
Word in the streets that can envy as me
Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep
Magnified face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm kNOWN for the flip of that cokAINA
I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series BEEMA (BMW)
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)

(Chorus)

(Baby)
Aye...Aye...Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye...
Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha (get this money)
Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher (cuff 'em up, let 'em up bitch)
Been shittin' up bricks unload 'em to Gucci
Boss of the ghetto with the round shape cookie
Shit one, Dro one nigga flood the block
If I don't go to jail niggas birds gone flop
Nigga sittin' on the toilet bitch get off the pot


The bird just landed so the hood gon' rot
New whips, big chips the Prada Gucci shit
But mami your fly Benz the wide skinny lips
She takes my flight she holds my weight
While the po-po staked out from state to state
It aint nuttin to a baller baby
Pay the cars, big money, heavy weight, bird man, hood boss
Baby steppin on my line I'll show a little somethin'
They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya (touch ya)

(Chorus (2x))

(Pusha T)
Ughhh...Another soul lost
Had to make a shirt match my ox blood colored Porsche
Ughhh...The rims match of course
Blood hit his Timbs it reminded me of them
Glistenin' wrist on chiller
Gun in the same palm of gorgeous killer
I put this on my lord my niece was 4 when she felt chinchilla
I past the shore for that shit that made fiends rise from the dead like
Thriller
Gangster...Hustler
At night still found time to kiss my mother
Live like I'm dreamin' kick my feet up
Gun pulled my waist remind me of my demon
So quite ya yappin' fore I get to clappin
And have your body parts mix and matching fella

(Chorus (2x))

(Baby (talking))
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, there it is nigga, there you have it
Birdman, Clipse you under-smelt, VA you know
Uptown nigga, we go anywhere with this bullshit
We flip bricks you under-smell (gangster motherf**ker)
Aye nigga put this puzzle together
Aye Pharrell you did this year (you did it nigga)
A 1000 pieces puzzles (startrak) 100, you know
Let's get this money (get the money)
Hey nigga I smell somethin', coke'll leave plastic bitch
Get money motherf**ker
However you want it you can get it pimp
From gangster to blood nigga, take it how you want it nigga
We did it how we live, aint nothin' but the thug thing nigga
Money thing motherf**ker

I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

To that silver satin, ma' , that's beautiful, daddy
I put them 22 rocks on that brand new Caddy
Y'kno AMG wit' chromed kit pipes
Lord, Lord, Lord, that's a beautiful site

Aiy it's a milli milli, nigga, milli milli milli, nigga
Million blocks, million in rocks, nigga, million cars
The R-R-Rock Boy, rock your ice and rock your toy

It's the Birdman, daddy, no time na' pause
If y'kno it's gon' rain, let it rock ya fall
Don't none, come from top but Birds and ball
I'm grateful for the man that gave it all

But I rock my world and I thank the man
'Cuz I came in this bitch wit' my dick in my hand
Got that Caddy on broaders, block milla-walla
Nine millimeter make the baddest nigga ball up

I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

My grill ma' straightened 'em all
Gucci, Gabbana, fuck the cost
Fendi, Prada, I burn it all
They been down, we gotta ball

You back it up, I'm loving that
I'm smacking up ya shorty back
Gambs' is up, better stack
I bought the truck, I covered that

Ghetto rich still lock them thangs
Money still in mansions, man
CMB, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothing changed

But I still got my ghetto stripes
Red, blue and yellow ice
That's all I rock, fuck the cops
They want me in the jail fa' life

Aiy, I'm stuntin' tonight
It's going down tonight
I'm popping some Crist'
I'm looking fa some hoes to put on my list

Fits Tailored in the Vette with that platinum ass
That Gucci rag with the Bird in the bag
It's the Prada man, you prolly see me in brand new Jag
Gucci tailored, ma' don't tell me that

I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

Nigga, I went from big Bok shoes in Rolls to 23 inches
This Cadillac so y'kno I'm pimpin'
Fo' insuran' I don't play that, I'm filled wit' begets
Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at

I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley
Buyin' rims by the feet 'cuz they short on inches
Look, I'm on the block nigga, off the top, nigga
Go and cop nickels something on the rocks, nigga

Look, I spend my cash, Hood Rich, nigga don't ask
Croc-a-dile interior, the platinum glass
22 inch buttons on that G-Wag
Got the mink on the floor, swine seats lil' daddy

I'm the boss of the ghetto in the '98 Caddy
It's big pimpin', baby, I'm Weezy Wee Daddy
Got the green pinky ring, the rock 30 carats
I keep it all hood, nigga, check my status

I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

I keep my briefs on the rocks
I keep my platinum teef's, they on the rocks
I keep my bank on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
On the rocks

(Baby)
See the party won't start 'till I walk in
And I might start over with them Burberry tims
Me and J.D. with 'bout 10 of our friends
The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens
Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets
Brand new caddy with the jews and jets

(J.D.)
Throw up your sets up your bets
I'm the big check sign nigga rhyme nigga 24 I'm grindin'
Nigga hot boys since runnin' they was singin'
Here we go spendin' dough shit you ain't know
I works this pimp juice
Cash Money and So So Def all hell 'bout to break loose

(Chorus: TQ)
Every city town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come threw I shut it down
'cause ain't no body bad like me
From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money first name is Cash


Y'all know y'all know just how it be

(Baby)
Big pimpin and hustlin we riding and dubbin'
When we walk threw the club all the hoes be huggin
More money more pain three colors on the range
We threw it out the roof screamin money ain't a thang
Visit JD get a boo and see it (holla)
We Gucci down from the head to the feet
The Cash Money model this nigga be greedy
And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini..

(J.D.)
I'm the loud over the top type
Never quiet when I come to your town I'm trying to start me a riot
F**k your diet
Me and my niggas keep eating
Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and
I represent those that party all night
Shut down the club screamin green light
It's me and the Birdman ya heard
Please be clear It's so much stunnin going on in here

(Chorus - repeat 4X)

(Chorus (Baby))
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

(Lac)
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

(Baby)
Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder)
Robbing and kidnapping
Lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking - ain't packing
That tool go to clapping
You hear that "click:pow"
Move out before the "click, click:pow"

(Stone)
Man I don't like that nigga anyway
I heard he been ratting

(Lac)
We can drag him to the river Stone

(Stone)
Nah, leave him for Atrice

(Lac)
Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down)
I came with the four pounds (pounds)
So f**king let it go down (go down)
I'm tired of them niggas talking
I'm letting the trigga sparker
Bull dog barking - Cadillac done did em' awful

(Baby)
He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls
Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is)
Its one way in dog - Heads up!
Grab on them K-9 dogs

(Chorus)

(Stone)
Stunna a street nigga, straight up
Make him act as money


And I don't sleep nigga
I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain't jacking nothing)
The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming)

(Baby)
See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots

(Lac)
The Caprice's on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)
That's the mother f**king po-lice
Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)
Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something

(Baby)
Move, move out nigga
They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?)
Nigga, f**k you!
Heads up you know what to do
You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through

(Chorus)

(Lac)
They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can't afford to be busted til my money advance
But I'm running with the Birdman - so I'm straight nigga

(Baby)
I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44
Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro'
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

(Stone)
I'm sticking to Tha G-Code - Tees and Bauts
Break it up (?) covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks
And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops
Streets watching - I know that's why I'm on my shit
When them people riding with four doors - up my click
Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

(Chorus (Fades to Baby talking))

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Hey, wassup pimp?
Birdman, mothafucker

The financial adviser of this get money game
It's Stunna, the big money man
So loosen up your strings 'cause you can get shot
The Crystal absolute is 'On The Rocks'

Ey nigga, I gotta stay, fly money
No baseball player, I got the a-ride money
I go to Jamaica, homie and ball like a dog
The leaf that sticky, homie and fog up the car

It's nothing to the icky, icky Harlem world sticky, sticky
Fifty, fifty, a gram raw cut dilly
Got minks on my body 'cause it costs too much
250 on the Bird had to frost me up

See, these gangstas, pimps and thugs make the world go round
Ride for uptown and till they lay you down
Birdman with them big chips
With the Bird Lady and the Benzes

(It's the fly away)
Fly, fly away
Or you can hit the highway
That's the only way that we do it
Love when we do it

(Oh, it's fly away)
It's fly away, it's fly away
(Fly away)
'Cause we gon' get you high today

I know you wanna see how we do it
You know how we do it
(The fly away)
Fly, fly away

So get your stock up, nigga, get our brains rapped right
The hood fucked up 'cause the nigga changed like
The Birdman Daddy keeps the bricks taped tight
A hundred of them things got my chips same night

Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass tires
Ice all over 'cause a nigga so fly
[Incomprehensible] and I'm doing what I'm doing
If them clubs gon' pop, I'm getting straight to 'em

Nothing on chain, I put them dubs on the thangs
Wipe a nigga down, bitch, give a nigga brains
Call a nigga changed, ma, wash a nigga range
Bird, baby, down with them Cardier frames

Gucci from head to toe and Stunna my name
Make winter weather and that's my thang
I'm iced up, nigga, smoke pounds of dro
And I'm labeled as a pimp and I mack a hoe, biatch

(It's the fly away)
Fly, fly away
(Fly away)
Or you can hit the highway
That's the only way that we do it
Love when we do it

(It's fly away)
It's fly away, it's fly away
(Fly away, fly away)
'Cause we gon' get you high today
I know you wanna see how we do it
You know how we do it

It's the worldwide callin' and the boss of the ballin'
A hood rich, nigga, Money tall as all
The youngers of 20 cheerin' and nobody starvin'
Nobody borrowin' 'cause nobody starvin'

Ey ey, TQueezy, the dro man callin'
Get it in the jar, Jeff Pense is callin'
Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth
'Cause ya know how it's going down

Dro party with the Magnolia chicks
Smoke just fly, nobody givin' lips
They all on the floor 'cause the brains is flying
On the outside it's just them 20 inch tires

Bentley, Lexus, Lams and Vets
Them Ragtop, Guccis with the Smitt n Wess
Got the old school caddies and them new school too
Platinum mouth niggaz and them gold mouth too, biatch

(It's the fly away)
Fly, fly away
(It's the fly away)
Or you can hit the highway
That's the only way that we do it
Love when we do it

(It's fly away)
It's fly away, it's fly away
(Fly away, fly away)
'Cause we gon' get you high today

I know you wanna see how we do it
You know how we do it
(The fly away)
Fly, fly away

The Birdman, bitch, coming to a city near you
Now how you luv that nigga, now I know what this is
You know what you need to do?
You need to look on the back of your CD cover

And get that sticker for the Mom Burberry G-nites
You want to come pick them up?
Come, pick them up on 6 and Magnolia and holla at ya boy c-ya?
You understand? And we gon' holla at ya another time, holla, biatch

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(Intro: P. Diddy)
C'mon now, c'mon now
Cash Money, Bad Boy baby
Let's go

(Baby)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (put it right there daddy?)

(Baby)
See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Vallet to da keys 'cause tha cars so strong
Twenty four whoooo, mami know too
Ballas come through tha side doo' wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right
Plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

(P. Diddy talking)
Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

(Baby)
I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too
It ain't nothin to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings
Birdman drive a red Range

(Chorus: Baby)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c'mon now, let's go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance (c'mon now)


Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (put it right there daddy?)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo' (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let's go (put it right there daddy?)

(P. Diddy)
Now shake it fast, watch yo'self
Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there
Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oooohh, she's all that
Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Til you steam and you scream, I'm burnin up
On tha scene I seen her doin the butt
Keep doin what your doin to her, let's go

(Chorus)

(P. Diddy)
I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin
Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin
No playin around momma, stop frontin

(Baby)
I see what you doin mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami (bird sounds)
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma
See those? Let's go
Tell hot get them broads I'll bring 'em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo'
Bend ova pop it love, show me what'cha know

(Chorus)

(Baby)Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the bookPimps are people tooHe is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobilesHe also controls all the seafood tradeHe got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primesThe selmon, the little selmon, the big selmenThe sardines, the cardads, and all thatLadies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcomeTo Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone)
(Jazze Pha - in backround)Tell me why, why, is it sooThat I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)Tell me why, why, is it sooThat I'm soo-oh, ice cold
(Verse 1)
(Baby)Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so iceyMommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikeyI got the mink coat for wifey, wifeyIcey icey, my wifey wifey
(TQ)They should have named me Dr. FreezeCause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seenThe day that rap met r&bGot the birdman, Jazze, and me
(Baby)Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so coolSo so icey, the boys a foolIce from iceman, I ice my booIced all over, from my head to her shoe
(TQ)Ice in the mail from Jacob booI got a million dollar prala seat behind ya tooIt's million dollar mob thats behind me booNow watch what the f**k I do(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch)
(Chorus - Jazze Pha)Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo)That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) sooThat I'm soo-oh, ice cold
(Verse 2)
(Baby)Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b roundI put ice on my mom, and my sister tooIt's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe
(TQ)I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was hereOn the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims
(Baby)The million dollar ice, ice pumped up bootsI got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes

(TQ)Look at iced up dro back, iced up meWatch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
(Baby)Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rimsAnd I ice my lens with the burberry timsI got ice on my wrist, too cold to meltPinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
(TQ)I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably richWhole lot of hits, whole lot of chipsC-O the birdman, whole lot of bricksPut it all together, thats a whole lot of shit
(Chrous - Jazze Pha)
(Verse 3)
(Baby)Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpinI got million dollar game, with as fly as freakPrincess, bigness, ice on my teethRound shape, we shape, my shit is a foolI got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
(TQ)Went to the corner, you can see meI'm in the ice cold six four, smokin droBallin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from freshWith the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
(Baby)Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced outTiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced outAnd Exey icey hot, and busy is tooWe get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits
(TQ)Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we areIce cold money makin, see ya marraAnd we gon keep ballin til they close the barAnd do the same damn thing tomarraOh yeah, oh yeah
(Chorus - Jazze pha)
Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shitFor this game nigga, it ain't no secretSee ya morra for life niggaMy whole crew shinnin niggaBusy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpinSee you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walkI'm a tell you like this dogSee Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head upSay Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there niggaYou aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrBirdcall motherf**ker, birdcall motherf**ker

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(feat. 6 Shot, Bun B)

[Birdman]
Yeah nigga Fast Money, Cash Money
how we roll it out-is how we roll it in
know what I'm sayin nigga feel me nigga
we just hit a lick nigga
gotta bout 50 more years nigga
and I wanted to go fuck with a nigga
who broke bread with us first nigga so we flew to Houston ya holla!

[Bun B]
I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack
a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks
I held my nuts in the game called crack
now I'm deep up in the streets and I ain't never lookin back
I gotta reputation I ain't gotta keep dealin it
a south nigga....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it
UGK for life bitch an underground boss
disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real)
quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a nigga
one click blow the shit out a nigga (BLOAH)
been bout a figure ain't stoppin till I see it
don't hate me hoe cause that's the way I gotta G it
P.A.T baby that's me baby...Free Pimp C and that's real OG baby
this dedicated to my niggaz on lock
KS, Young Ryno, and the homie Lil'Block it don't stop

[Chorus x2: Bun B]
Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life)
let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest)
drug deals, and young niggaz gettin'killed
I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real

[6 Shot]
Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat nigga
any year crisp and clear ya hear me now
nothin nice break you off with a style Fuh real
coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here
everybody strapped look at where I'm at (BLAT, BLAT)
nigga shits so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed
fa sheezy while I'm sneakin through them people
forty four bags and them people
in that M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round L-I-A uptown
know ya down all that drama (???)
thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know
it's so real it's no doubt about it
all cowards get killed ya know

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
Look you know them guns go to poppin
when them niggaz go to drop e'm
make e'm all run go to scatter nigga
cause when you fuckin with the man
he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya
yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out
came through the neighborhood with the guns out
nigga don't make me drop the top
don't give a fuck about the weather cause we still gon'shine nigga
yeah and that was changeable evidence homie
that's why they let Rufus go
and we was playin with paper nigga-and dropped 50 on the flo'nigga
so I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the L's out
nigga and I'm tryin to get out
the dope game but I still let them birds out

[Chorus]

[Birdman ad libs to end]

They keep spinnin'

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Believe me, I'm comin' as fast as I can
Rims spinnin' like roaw, like I'm a North Carolina man
Well, I can do the do's on deuce 22's
So make a motherfucker's bowl move
I'm sittin' there holdin', wait a minute

We in Atlanta, pimpin', ballin'
Every seven days is ballin' Chevys
74 is Escalades on spinnin' blades, they sho' is great
Hey Mannie, tell these niggas how to hold these shoes
When the car been parked an' the rims keep movin'

Now in Chi Town, rims pickin' up every block I drive down
An' on my lap that Desert weighin' 'bout five pounds
Now don't be playin' cause I'm sprayin' 'bout five rounds
Get down, they keep spinnin'

You see that Lexus coupe? That Benz without the roof?
That Cadillac on 25's with skinny tires, that's baby blue
They on them stop an' goes, them girls like, "Watch him go"
Spinnin' chrome with this Killer Stone
Out the Magnolia with a Diablo

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

When I get my money, baby, gotta get that big Mercedes
Believe me, when you see me, it's gon' be filled up with ladies
This here is serious stuntin' an' when them brakes is pumpin'
I done caused wreck, gotta catch my breath
'Cause they keep spinnin'

You want this money, baby, them there is buttons, baby
I put that mink on your body, you the Bird Lady
Bur Berry furs crazy, I spent about a 80
Birdman an' them thangs, they keep spinnin'

Mine keep spinnin', dippin'
Dabbin', slidin', California ridin'
I rock for L.A., I rock for Compton an' Watts
An' my rims keep spinnin' every time I stop

You see my red Lex, I mean my red Vette
In my red Benz, flew up in my liter jet
I mean my red Beamer, it's with that new [Incomprehensible]
Steerin' wheel in the middle, they keep spinnin'

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

In that H.Town, heads turnin'
Every corner that I come around
Hoppin' niggas grin, 'cause they love the sound
Of them big boys swishin', them diamonds stop an' go
Sometimes I stop an' listen

It's big pimpin', baby, it ain't no sinnin', baby
I'm in that new thang, sittin' on them Sprewell Racings
So when I stop they flow, so nigga, watch your hoe
I'm at the red light but they keep spinnin'

It's Gilly nigga, this Philly nigga, I push way back with the milli trigga
My rock are froze, I stop an' pose, your bitch all over my stop an' goes
They keep on spinnin' an' them hoes keep on grinnin'
But when my car stop, my rims, they keep spinnin'

All right, everybody look at your watch right now
An' pay attention to the seconds
I'm 'bout to pull up to the red light, I'm 'bout to stop
An' we gone see how long they gon' spin, they keep spinnin'

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

They still spinnin', they still spinnin'
Oh yeah, right on, look a here
They keep spinnin'