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 trickin'

Up there lookin' 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 'til 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

Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher

"So fly like an eagle"

But don't follow us wherever we go

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

Motherfuck you and your 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 was hotter than July

Looked up and didn't see it whippin' 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 U, 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 of the window

I wish it was my ten-four

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, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on

Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour

With the police chasing him, ehm, they're not gonna be

Real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh

Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse

Officer bird's on his way, and I don't wanna 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 yo the hood, and you might guess

That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus

Incognito, ghetto eagle

Saying, fuck, where did he go?

I bust me a left from rubellon park

The 735 and I'm bailin'

Went to my homegirl'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 close the blinds 'cause I didn't wanna catch a case

All that night, I heard the bird circle

While I was eating fish and watching Uriel

She said I could sleep on the couch

By 2 a.m., I was digging her out

Fuck the ghetto bird

Which way is he going now?

Ok, now-, now, he's he's actually southbound on a service street

And, uh gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure out

Which service 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