QDIII - Ghetto Bird lyrics

[Verse 1] Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood Like everybody from the hood is up to no good You think all the girls around here are trickin Up there lookin like Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got sh** but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown Cause everytime that the pigs have got me Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi Military force, but we don't want ya Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher "So fly like an eagle." But don't follow us wherever we go The sh** that I'm saying, make sure it's heard Motherf** you and your punk-a** ghetto bird [Hook] "Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" [2x] [Verse 2] Now, my homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the fo' next Now the fo' I was driving was hotter than july Looked up and didn't see a ribbon in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom "Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm running sh**, I hear it humming f**, I see it coming Is it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? No I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala Let's see if they would folla Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another Met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window I wish it was my kinfolk Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird "Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back On. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that co*kpit, going 115 Miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be Real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse." [Verse 3] Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him Could you please give me the keys to the B.M.? See, I didn't want to gank you But don't make me bank you, thank you Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess That a fool like me done shot Cyrus Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "f**, where did he go?" I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man She helped me run like Harriet Tubman Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case All that night, I heard the bird circle While I was eating fish and watching Urkel She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her out f** the ghetto bird "Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street And, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure Out which service srteet he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs Are..are...well I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off" Motherf** you and your punk-a** ghetto bird