Songtext zu 'Birds' von Richie Rich

To all my hustler niggas
To all the muthafuckas out there that's rollin
You know what i'm talkin bout?
Fuckin with the birds...

Check this out
Bring me back a soda and i don't mean a sprite
I need the armor hammer so my shit'll bounce right
I was cookin dope, bringin back full moons
Fuck till november, i be gone till june
Summer ain't shit if you ain't got the coke
Flipped a drop-top with the all-gold spokes
Oakland gettin money, nigga, fuck what you heard
Out of town niggas livin half a bird

What you fuckin with?
Tell em what you fuckin with
I'm pushin birds...

Seen my nigga in a benz and he spin in a ditch
He be movin things for like 13.6
Try to tell his nigga how he hatin the game
Let's get them driver numbers, 18 a thing
Wanna-be niggas can't tell him shit
Two weeks pass, heard that nigga got hit
Found him in the hills with a dick in his mouth
Stupid muthafucka, game turned him out

Smoked
The nigga got smoked
Violated fuckin with them birds...

Niggas round the world screamin they want some
Used to get my shit from a straight columb'
Cracker fucked around and locked the connect down
Now only mex hold weight in the town
Dippin in the thangs feelin cash for dubs
Now that's the type of shit that get your ass fucked up
I'm spendin big bread so i need the cream
Cook 10 zips, bring back 14
Heard em in a drop on the strenght of a?
Holdin all that dough but i swear it ain't him
Niggas in the town gettin mad at the rich
Learn the game, punk, buy your dope through a bitch

Cause i ain't fuckin with you
Snitch nigga, i ain't fuckin with you
Have your bitch get your birds...