Birds In the Kitchen

Lyrics

[Hook] Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' We got Big Daddy in the house You know what I'm sayin' We got fat tracks, we goin' down like this You know what I'm sayin' All you muthafuckas that got paid, move ya Lexus over You know what I'm sayin', it's goin' down [Verse 1] I stepped out the house about noon On a hot sunny day, the sixteenth of June Backed out my driveway, about to get in traffic Glanced at my pad and thought back when I didn't have shit So I'm giving thanks to my N-G Big Ikey And I grab my nuts on them fools that don't like me Check my bank stacks, now back to reality See I'm on white and gold Daytons, not Rally's, not killa cali I'm where the houses be hanging on the cliffs Overlooking the ocean, three wheel motion Coasting down 23rd, smoking herb, kinda perked Off some gin and juice, shook up with some thunderbird Hi, you know the C-O-W-B-O-Y Can't kick it, I hits wicked for a meal ticket I breaks them off like it's a mill, watch college football Cracking helmets running Charles White y'all Know the deal, feel me And if you don't after this, you can kill me I'm on a mission to make the world say "he's the best" I'm on the pound like major best, dropping styles like human best I had my foot in the door for only two years And I'm kicking up more dust than the Zulu tribe with spears So bring up the rear and run 'em out the front And when they come out, high like the blunt [Hook] (x2) Cause I'll be standing in the Palms itiching While my niggas cook about a quarter chicken Hoping the federales don't raid Cause all a hustler wanna do is get paid [Verse 2] So if your down and if it's dope I swing Silly sucker 'em bring a Million copies like when Whitney sings You know the deal is that nigga from realer than real Popping bomb kills so they tent at the door and feel, uh I gets hot like dried ice They calling me bob barker cause the price is right 17.5 that's too high Independent how many It's only ten when we bomb I get's my mail on It's a day when they staying away from us getting they tail on Straight G'z burst out the trees cause I'm trying to get my mail on Trying to move the heck on I'm 95 front on kicks top notch chicks Fools that I never knew are on my tip It's on, mobile phone, fat grown Foes and coupes full of juke with phat homes That is why I got to keep my distance Keeping a strap on my lap and I'm busting a cap they closed business It's that six ness And my bones are keeping me in that zone I steady flowing but you ain't knowing Because you trick hoeing Best to come quick fool because I kicks it From all hair perms to curls to the afrolistic [Hook] (x2) Cause I'll be standing in the Palms itiching While my niggas twist about a quarter chicken Hoping the federales don't raid Cause all a hustler wanna do is get paid [Verse 3] I grabbed the duffle bag about to get my mayo Mo strapped than the white boys at waco Hopped in the ten tail 850 benz on my cellphone chipped Hustling looking out for the P.D You know the enemy yelling freeze Trying to take all my G's I never liked being broke I rather slang yo and make a cash flow, uh I used to floss on the block with the O.G.'s Now everytime I pay the rent it's foty fo keys The main gang slanger in your neighborhood That always thought the days would never become this good Got the plug ten in the drop I stopped some birds own wings and flying lot It's called survival You got to win to survive Or loose to the pen with an L doing fifty five [Hook] (x2) Cause I'll be standing in the Palms itiching While my niggas twist about a quarter chicken Hoping the federales don't raid Cause all a hustler wanna do is get paid