-5 'bout to holla at G'z I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing Baby I won't tell, if you don
likin' the scene What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell To live and die in L.A. on bail, my angel sing To live and die in L.A
look for help, dont wanna help myself, i dont even wanna try to get by, to get by, to get by, to get by, and to get by.... *harp music begins* When the birds are singing
off the devil and I throw it at you My mighty mic control already brought his soul The Rock King is so bold when he rocks and roll A black hat is my
wit the money funny That you should mention as my family they covered Wassup to my cousins and my sisters and my Warner brothers Birds of a feather,
nada, you figure that my figures are cool Change my clothes for what, I switch up my jewels Ya'll sing sing sing, I'm from the sing sing bing Right to
high You try your best to stretch your mind Beyond reality and sense and rhyme You see things that make your big heart sing Like the flowers trees and birds
, I recall his parting words Must I accept his fate Or take myself far from this place? I thought I heard a black bell toll A little bird did sing Man
get wreck on a DL, then the P's gone Poof, no phone booth, cape or tight suit Dress in all black, black skullcap, black down goose To hide the mock bird
Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the front line Sing a little bit of these
And wait for succeeding kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the gates of Eden The motorcycle black
Here I am, a black-eyed bird, remaining silent. I simply watch, your little life from high above. Wanting to call you, wanting to sing, Inside your
a bird Leavin', leavin' My love is leavin' me Leavin, my love is leavin' 'Cause my love is leavin' me That's what you heard 'Coz I'm free as a bird
brand new kinda guy Brass knuckles and birds on a wire retire But no one gets free I'd pay to tear these chains away This steel sympathy Cut bait and cold black forty weight No one can sing
Blue Bird Special came through hereon its first run South to New Orleans. A blind old man and I, we came to Guthrie just to see the train. He was black
hills and trees Learned of love and A B Cs Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees Adieu Emile, it's hard to die When all the birds are singing in the
Bird of prey gonna float away To a feather cloud formation I'm gonna dig for pretty and strange Gonna open me up, a black gold vein Arrow on fire, flash
tonight Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee Every little bird in the tall oak tree The wise old owl, the big black crow Flappin' their wings singing go bird