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Bird Is The Word!: Big Bird's Favorite Songs (Sesame Street) · Original Bird: The Best of Bird on Savoy (Charlie Parker) · Ghetto Bird (Knightowl) · Bird in Paris (Charlie Parker) · Bird's Eyes (Phil Woods) · Bird on the Wire (Joan Crowe) · Soul Bird: Whiffenpoof (Cal Tjader) · Looking at Bird (Archie Shepp) · Little Bird (Kasey Chambers) · Looking at Bird (Archie Shepp) – and 90 other albums »


tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on

[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on

[Master P]
Whassup
rollin' the Dutch)
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L see
NYC to LA we do our sweep

We out in Compton, P and Game lacin' Chucks
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
rollin' the Dutch)
P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L see
NYC to LA we do our sweep

We out in Compton, P and Game lacin' Chucks
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what

[Chorus 2x]

[Beanie Seigel]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making
money from you P could bring you his hands
The nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his fans
Need weed to calm down, need money to leave light
Fuck
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
niggaz throats on the sails while they puff L's
Don't leave nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything
They come by
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
father's first son
Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul
Ran into some juvenile niggas in design
P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the dotten line
Your beef
the tales, all the trials and tribulations
No one's ever seen

Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close
Angeles)
What, bringin' it live, with Dr. Dre, what?
{*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*}
Throwin' up a big ass W, coverin' up the world right?
Well, maybe next year or when

December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what we have
coming
No room at the Holiday Inn - Again
Well, maybe next year -- or -- when
MARK
December 24th, Ten P.M. Eastern Standard Time
I can't believe
again
Well, maybe next year or when

December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what
out, with no strokes
Dark and lovely, far from ugly that's me
Definition of, K-E-P-O-E
First lady of S.L.A.B., cock back and jab
Become a dangerous
coming
No room at the Holiday Inn - Again
Well, maybe next year -- or -- when
MARK
December 24th, Ten P.M. Eastern Standard Time
I can't believe
L's
Don't leave nothing unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They two
town chic (wow)
I see her when I cruise the park and 106 (holla)
Next, her name is Ra'nette (ghetto chic)
She lives on the west side I hit the L
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!

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