Why, oh why must you swoop the hood Like everybody from the hood is up to no You all the girls around here are trickin' Up lookin' like Superchicken
At night I see light through my bedroom window But I ain't got but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday" I'm gonna clown every time that the pigs have got me
Y'all rub it in with the Nazi military force But we don't want you, standin' on my roof the rocket launcher So fly an eagle but don't follow us wherever we go The shit that I'm saying, make sure heard Motherfuck you and punk-ass ghetto bird
Run, run, run from the ghetto Run, run, run from the ghetto
Now, my homies to lick on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the next Now the four I was driving is hotter than up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky
Saw a chopper numbers on the bottom Calling all cars, I we've got 'em I hit the gas and I mashed Inglewood I think I drove through every single
South Central, Compton and Long Beach, bust a U, here come the I had a genie with about three wishes Metal green on D's, I look suspicious
You know that I'm running, shit, I hear it Fuck, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a No I hit me a right on El Wanted to holla, had to the Impala
Let's see if would follow Me, hit a fence, hit a fence and Met me a baby and his mother Ran up in some people's house and looked out of the
I it was my ten-four Had to pull a strap on a named Louis the Third I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
Just put his hat, he combed his hair and put his hat back on acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour With the police him, they're not gonna be real happy When catch up with him, no matter what, but the They hate, they hate a bigmouth worse
Bird's on his way and I don't wanna see him Could you please give me the to the B.M.? See, I didn't to gank you But don't make me you, thank you
to get to the hood, and you might guess That a fool like me woulda Cyrus Incognito, Ghetto Saying, "Fuck, did he go?"
I me a left from Rubellon Parked the 735 and I'm Went to my home house and got a hug man She helped me run like Tubman
Looked out the window by the bed I saw the pigs and the four on a Then the light from the hit me in the face I close the blinds 'cause I didn't catch a case
All that night, I the bird circle While I was eating and watching Urkel She said I could on the couch By two a.m. I was digging her out, fuck the bird
Which way is he now? Okay, now, now he's, he's actually Southbound on a service And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out And figure out which service street he turned off on The sheriffs are, are, well I know sheriffs ground units got thrown off
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass bird