I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (Yeah) Wife in her black
Don't take much to get me on the ground She's my yo-yo, I'm her string Listen to the birds on the hot wire sing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Singing thank
the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues
All day long I sit by the riverside Watching the sunrise and the colors it brings Here I can sing, 'cos there's no one around Some birds fly above
in line to see the show tonight And there's a light on, heavy glow By the way, I tried to say, I'd be there Waiting for Dani, the girl is singing songs
[MC Lyte] As he came closer in his eyes I seen fortune I ain't having it like abortion Walking with this stick holding his tip Looked like a Black Panther
booty black is so indespicable You squaw-pie, tack-haired, motherfuckin jiggaboo You can suck a dick or two or three or four or mo' here But first get colon eye birds
to sing for me tonight. You're gonna have your day in the sun; You know God loves the sensitive ones. Oh! My little bird in a cage! Oh! My little bird
I'm the river that flow through the hood Through the woods, through the birds, through the mud Through the bricks over the curves, to the forest reserve
dog How to jerk off and how to steal from drug dealers Ahh, enough of this I killed Snuffalufagus With pills and made a snuff film To prove to Big Bird
I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile
beat Born and raised on ghetto streets A devastating beauty A pretty girl with ebony eyes When she starts talking soft and sweet Like birds of spring her words all seem to sing
and trees Learned of love and A B C's Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees Goodbye, my friend, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in
, Compository sketches is all They can't catch us... Jet Setta's I joined the mile high club somewhere over texas Plotted my climb since the homie played the black
C) Now we chillin, now we just leanin, and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we
ears and hearts You put a big bird in a small cage and he'll sing you a song That we all love to sing along To the sound of the bird that mourns Well
from stores Boostin' niggas that pop tags in the mall True spot hoggers, used a few stockings Niggas, hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin' I sing
t fuck with police And all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing I'ma call the whole
