[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you b**h a**, n***az! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill sh**
Then you buy that real sh**!
And the D.A. and the judge gone get it
If they don't free Pimp C, b**h!
And when I drop sh**, it's hot sh**!
You know I ain lyin'
I only gave y'all half the sh**, but I got more in my mind!
If you heard that green and yellow cd
You bout love a lil n***a!
You a girl, in this thug world
You might wanna f** a lil n***a!
I don't really give a f**
About the fortune and fame
I want the money
So my daughter wouldn't have to beg, no mane!
I'm in the studio, daily n***a!
Wit my pen and my pad
Where I run rhymes about my life
And how I'm missin' my dad
Dedicated, to makin' these hundreds
I get paid for my shows
n***az hate it, cause' my name
That's what takin' these hoes!
Thirty-six zones, on the f**in shelf at the stores
Ya better get before it goes! .....And
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Every album like a bird....steady flippin!
Every album like a bird!
[Lil' Boosie]
My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight)
But I talk me some sh**
About this world
About these girls
And how I dog, my b**h!
My next album was bootleg
Ain even come to the stores
Cause a n***a stole it
And they sold it for the price of some "O"!
Six months later, they heard that "For My Thugs"
The cd that have you n***az and b**hes tearin da club up! Huh!
Ain nothing but raw rhymes
No flashy sh**, just hard times!
n***a don't wanna hear bout ballin
If he ain' got a damn quarter!
Ya hear me talkin'
But to see that ghetto D, that's real sh**!
Cause I'm feelin' the power
Cause I get 5 G's, to be on stage, for a half a hour!
sh**, I heard... (Don't say no names) ... wanna holla!
I want 2 billion dollars
Not no million, you dick rider!
I got two 24,80's dawg
They filled up!
With sh** that'll make you get k**
Or even k** us!
Then I drop....huh!
Then I drop again!
And I get sicker every time
I touch dat f**in' pen! ...And
[Chorus]
Every album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We gone big blow!
Wanna beef, motherf**er?!
Ain no problem with that!
I barely hit you in ya chest
Made it come out ya back!
And while you put yo look on hard
I be rippin them tracks
And by the time it hit the shelves
I'll be gettin' it back!
So many n***az playa hatin'
So I'm totin a gat
Pistol grippin', steady waiting on a n***a to act!
That's how you livin' when you on
And ya got that crack
And wake up with a new bone
I can get left flat!
So f** that, ride strapped
Give another n***a what he deserve
And I'ma keep a bad b**h
Cause I'm flippin' these birds!
Trill n***az bout to f** it up
I know you nerv (nervous)
Because them n***az got dope in them birds!
[Chorus]