Verse One:
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Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
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like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
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You think all the girls around here are trickin
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up there lookin like Superchicken
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At night I see your light through my bedroom window
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But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
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I can't wait till I hear you say
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"I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown
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Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
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y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
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military force, but we don't want ya
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Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
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"So fly like an eagle."
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But don't follow us wherever we go
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The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard
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Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
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["Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" (2x)]
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Verse Two:
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Now..
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My homey's hit a lick on a trick for a Rolex
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And let me drive the four next
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Now the four I was driving was hotter than july
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looked up and didn't see a ribbon in the sky
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Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
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"Calling all cars, I think we've got em."
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I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
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I think I drove through every single hood
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South Central, Compton and Watts
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Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
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Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
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Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious
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You know that I'm running
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Shit, I hear it humming
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Fuck, I see it coming
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Is it a bird? Yup
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Is it a plane? No
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I hit me a right on El Segundo
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Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
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Look to see if they would folla
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Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
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met me a baby pitbull and his mother
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Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
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I wish it was my kenfolk
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had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
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cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
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"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
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on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
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miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
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real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
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Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."
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Verse Three:
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Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him
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could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
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See, I didn't want to gank you
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but don't make me bank you, thank you
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Try'na get to the hood, and you might guess
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that a fool like me done shot Cyrus
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Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
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Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
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I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park
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The 735 and I'm bailin
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Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man,
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She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
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Looked out the window by the black bed
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I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
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Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
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I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
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All that night, I heard the bird circle
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while I was eating fish and watching Urkel
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She said I could sleep on the couch
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By two A.M. I was digging her out
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Fuck the ghetto bird
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"Which way is he going now?"
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"Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street..
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and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
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out which service srteet he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs
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are..are...well I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"
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Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
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Ghetto Bird (Ice Cube/Qdiii)
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Ice Cube |