Lyrics:
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The corn fly high like birds in the sky
Try reach for my necklace, you'll regret this when you lose your mind
We double-parked in central, watch
from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (shit)
You and what army could
from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Shit)
You and what army could
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology, pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs
Pull up in the club in a old school 'lac,
With a bitch ridin' fly so hide you love that,
It's grind time, nigga been about that,
We flippin' birds
foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want
getcha money and fellas getcha dough, let's go!
[Flii]
I guess it's safe to say I feel I'm due for recognition
Came a long way from flippin birds in
guess it's safe to say I
Feel I'm due for recognition
Came a long way from flippin
Birds in the kitchen
All he want is money and a whole lot of women
Pull up in the club in a old school 'lac,
With a bitch ridin' fly so hide you love that,
It's grind time, nigga been about that,
We flippin' birds
what we done
In one generation, he came from Africa young
He said he met my moms at the Century Club
Los Angeles love kinda of like Hussle and Boog
Pull up in the club in a old school 'lac,
With a bitch ridin' fly so hide you love that,
It's grind time, nigga been about that,
We flippin' birds
hot outside
We got mountainous terrain, valleys and hot springs
A beauty that's boundless
Cali contains the city of angels, it's big and bold
LA is
dat chromed out mac,
shinin on them bitches cause nigga I'm bot that,
flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack,
pull up in the club in a old school
and Beamers
They either wanna be an actress, or a singer
I'm at the strip club on Sunset, throwing singles
With this bad bitch from Compton, pouring lean up
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi's versus Persians, Hasidic temples poppin' 7th fly to
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz
to ride around through south central with my vision blurred
Back then I was blind I couldn't see until I put 'em' first
Know I was already glorified before
you not this dense
My mama know I'm tense
A frequent flyer meet me at the Sky Club
A few ounces in my luggage, we get fired up
Well connected but I
Central station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if
Central station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if
progress/In the opposite of a bucket In a alley (oops)/need to pay mo homage pouring out a shot for the soldiers that the Central Valley lose/let's chief what
I'm a hit the club, but I'm a go to the liquor house
I'm a smoke me a dub but I'm a go to the liquor house
I'm hit the 2 to 6 but I'm a go
Mami
Spanish Mami
Met her up in central valley in the
Tower District at a place called "Bobby's"
I told her she was pretty as fuck and I
Would die real
vividly jogging my brain memory
Life is long as infinity this was the final calling
No birds chirping or flying, no dogs barking
We all nervous
Silicone Alley
Roll red carpets in darkness through Death Valley
and receive love (love) like Larry
I'm flowin black - it's September? Goin back to Cali
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