bird without a care For in a word it's nice out there In a tree my mama bear Will be all right with proper care Hey hey, hey Boomerang into a bigger bang A little
Three little birds, sat on my window And they told me I don't need to worry Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet Little girls double-dutch on the concrete
-k-k, yo c'mere you little puddy cat What, your booty black is so indespicable You squaw-pie, tack-haired, motherfuckin jiggaboo You can suck a dick or two or three
righteous path holdin a beer Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager Skills uglier than Craig Mack in your ear I'm the flavor My old bird
of it (not just some of it, all of it, all of it) All of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang from a cliff
it All of it, all of it Not just some of it, but all of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang from a cliff
a lion on experience Powerful from life I wanted all of it - Not some of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang
, less I'm movin' weight Why my life depend on what I'm ma do today Why I can't move away It's just you and me, without the scrutiny Bitches screwin' me, two and three
's coming through your block Can't you smell it trick? Wanna copy-cat my whole format So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats Got a little
'm in the club smellin' like Cristal cologne Dial Star 8 2 before you call my phone A little boy in a grown man's world But as a little boy I could fuck
hear di girls callin mi hear di girls bawlin mi hear di girls cryin out She seh Beenie........ [Chorus: Ms. Thing] I want a dude with the wickedest slam, I need a one, two, three
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
sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London And last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie Where he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi I sees three little
they bootylicious I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes I makin three wishes, I take 'em they pictures And spit 'em they britches, I fuck 'em they bitches Ego maniac, little
bags feel knowing you're disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shady's got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit 'Cause it's your God damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little
douche bags feel knowing youre disposable? Summers eve Massengill Shadys got the mass appeal baby crank the shit Cause its your God-damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little
I ain't havin' no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I
about it All I'm thinkin' about is you Little boy carryin' a fishing pole Little girl pickin' huckleberries from off of the vine Brown bag filled with a little