Lyrics:
A little baby cuckoo
Peeped out of his nest and sang
Cuckoo! (Cuckoo!)
A little baby cuckoo
Flew down to the ground and sang
Cuckoo! (Cuckoo
the ground
Cuckoo don't leave me back all alone
Cuckoo wait, can you not hear me call
Cuckoo don't leave me back all alone
Cuckoo wait, can you not hear my
off the ground
Cuckoo don't leave me back all alone
Cuckoo wait, can you not hear me call
Cuckoo don't leave me back all alone
Cuckoo wait, can you not
you, I need to
Fingertips are burnin'
Ain't payin' attention
To nothin' but the ground
And my mind you're crossin'
I can smell the smoke
Still
In stars and golden gowns
Two feet upon the ground
She plays a knowing smile
And under bright skies she wanders, calling the cuckoo down
(Calling
but my spirit's old
I was drunk but my wine was cold
I lay down to take a rest
I count the days in my cuckoo's nest
Why you escaping
You are ready
I'm
The Cuckoo comes in April.
She sings her song in May.
She changes tune in the month of June.
And then she flies away.
She sucks the little birds'
The killshot is closing
Stand your ground kickstart the system
Stand your ground the game is on
Boltlock cocked can't breech iron skin
More fecklesss fucks
means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in
gettin' blue face chicken with the noodles
Money on my mind, on this grind I go cuckoo
Meditate on it, I pray on it like voodoo
I know it's important so I
Pat Brown
Tried to run the cops down
Pat Brown
Ran 'em into the ground
Pat Brown
Tried to run the cops down
Pat Brown
Ran 'em into the ground
c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be
c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be
Hunt 'em down i want them niggas dead
I want they head I want it now
I'mma put you in the ground, nigga
I'm a bullet past cuckoo
And I be wit' a bunch
Pat Brown
Tried to run the cops down
Pat Brown
Ran 'em into the ground
Pat Brown
Tried to run the cops down
Pat Brown
Ran 'em into the ground
the cow-parsnip is hollow
Why brine is salt, why ale is bitter
Why the linnet is green, berries red
Why a cuckoo complains, why it sings
I know where
and grow the stuff
It's the words, now ya heard,
Repeat the name and know the suss
It's bliss 'n eso and they
Gobble our sound down
And get off the ground
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
through and through
Getting stuck, weighting down
Branches and blue fruits, ants and cuckoo's nests raise around it
First crackling, many and heavy, then
Voodoo voodoo voodoo voodoo
Coming for you
Voodoo voodoo voodoo voodoo
Coming for you
Haiti doing voodoo niggas going cuckoo
They wanna give up
a walk
I party a lot
You're off the ground, you can't handle it
Keep your distance from suckers not known
My style will be half the battle
Blowin' up
made me lose my humble
Makin' me speak in riddles
Felt like I was a bird locked inside a cage
That's why I'm cuckoo
I think I got a couple screws loose
the ground, dirty birdy, put that head in the sand
Frequently go to the booty house
We go cuckoo when the booty out
And you, would too, if you knew about
the wire flying high over the cuckoo's nest
And try to dodge the squatters who be comment bombing you to death
Does that seem like what friends would
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