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  Teskty piosenek > Ice Cube > Ghetto bird - tekst piosenki
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Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
Like everybody from the hood is up to no good
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
Up there lookin like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say
"I'm going down, mayday, mayday!"
I'm gonna clown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
Military force, but we don't want ya
Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle"
But don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm sayin', make sure it's heard
Mothafuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

CHORUS:
Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird (2x)

Now my homey's here
To lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was drivin' was hotter than july
Looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Calling all cars, I think we've got him!"
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood
South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's, I look suspicious
You know that I'm runnin'
Shit, I hear it hummin'
Fuck, I see it comin'
Is it a bird? Yup
Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let's see if they would follow
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
Met me a baby pitbull and his mother
Ran up in some peoples house
And looked out of the window
I wish it was my 10-4
Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis III.
Cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

"Just put his hat off, he combed his hair
Then put his hat back on, so..
He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit
Going 115 miles an hour, with the police chasing him
They're not gonna be real happy
When they catch up with him, no matter what
The, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse"

Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him
Could you please give me the keys to the BM?
See, I didn't want to gank you
But don't make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get to the hood
And you might guess
That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle sayin':
"Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon Park
The 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
I closed the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle
While I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch
By two A.M. I was diggin' her out
Fuck the ghetto bird

"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now, now he's actually southbound
On a service street and, uh gee whiz..
I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure out
Which service street he suddelny turned off on
Uh, the sherriffs are, are..
Well I know that Sherriffs ground units got thrown off!"

Mothafuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird!
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