Andre Nickatina - Birds With No Wings lyrics

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 mothaf**a think he f**in' 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 ...(?) baby, take a look at what I done We used to s** 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 somethin' 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 s**iest 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 k**a whale of hell Yell, strikin' down bail Wet you with the water Smack you with my tail sh**, I'm shippin' birds overseas ...(?) The number one Pisces sh**, it's me