Birds With No Wings lyrics

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You sober up punk

I do it high

I`m ridin` the wave in the ...(?)

Baby you turnin` me on

And when you turnin` me off

I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross



I`m shippin` birds with no wings

All over seas

And other people cop em at the hottest degrees



I keep money for bail

Because I never liked jail

And I study A-plus student at Yale



They say Andre Nickatina ya emcee number seven

Smokin` weed up in heaven

Born on 3/11



Tigas and gods

Liquor and bomb

I look to my pad like the holy kerhan



I`m shippin` birds with no wings

All over seas

I put em where they never heard raps like these



I rhyme like calico cats

And two loaded gats

Now what mothafucka think he fuckin` with that?



I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks

Call me a Mack truck with no brakes

Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes

And get into anybody in any other state



Grand wizard(?) baby, look at what I done

We used to sex in ya basement now I`m number one

With no desire

I`m throwin` gasoline on the fire

I don`t like your record store if you`re not a buyer



Spin cycle

It`s sumthin` like a wash and dry

And I be speakin` to my P.O with a serious lie



You know the Matador

The replican, the guillotine

The money, the dope

Homie, the triple beam



Melody`s soft but is heavy as weights

We got the snottiest freaks

With the sexiest face



You better poka-bang-bang

A chica-chica-chill

A tumble down the hill

Like Jack and Jill



We say spin around broke witch

Bust a ballerina

I pro blow when Mark with Marina



It`s time

Tiga I was bred to grind

‘N your zodiac sign

N` up in the minds

Man, the killa whale of hell

Yell, strikin` down bail

Wet you with the water

Smack you with my tail



Shit,

I`m shippin` birds over seas

...(?)

The number one Pisces

Shit,

It`s me