歌词
You sober a punk, I do it high
I'm riding the wave in the shocks and the lye
Baby you turning me on and what you turning me off
I think you better take some lessons yeah from Diana Ross
I'm shipping birds with no wings, all overseas
And other people compliment the hottest degrees
I keep money for bail because I never liked jail
And I study like a A+ student at Yale
They say Andre Nickatina, yeah MC number seven
Snuck his weed up in heaven, born on 3-11
Tigers and gods, liquor and bomb
I look to my pad like the holy Qu'ran
I'm shipping birds with no wings, all overseas
I put 'em where they never heard raps like these
I rhyme like calico cats, and two gold gats
Now what motherfucker think he fucking with that?
I be the special shish kabob on the grill with all steaks
Call me a Mack truck with no brakes
Or better yet a chef that loves to bake cakes
And get it to anybody in any other state
Grand wizard baby take a look at what I done
We used to sex in your basement now I'm number one
With no desire, I'm throwing gasoline on the fire
I don't like your record store if you're not a buyer
Spin cycle, it's something like a wash and dry
And I be speaking to my P.O. with a serious lie
You know the matador, the replicant, the guillotine
The money, the dope, homie, the triple beam
Melody soft but it's heavy as weights
We got the snottiest freaks with the sexiest mates
You better booka-bang-bang or chicka-chicka-chill
Or tumble down the hill like Jack and Jill
We say spin around broke witch, bust a ballerina
High, pro, low, end, mark, whip, marina
It's time, tiger I was bred to grind and
Your zodiac sign ain't nothing to mines man
The killer with a hell yell striking down fail
Wet you with the water, smack you with my tail
Shit
I'm shipping birds overseas
With no wings
The number one Pisces
Shit
That's me
