Dj Quik

Dj Quik - Birdz &; Da Beez lyrics

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(feat. AMG, Hi-C)



[DJ Quik]

I don't really give a fuck what you think

I only really give a fuck what you drink

I'm a bartender, car spender, a dick lender

A cash spender, ass bender, I'm ass in

Let's get it crackin like a brothel in here; a whore house

Got these bitches walkin nekkid throughout the whole house

What the fuck you think my life is about? Bitches hatin

What you think that butter knife is about? Bitches hatin

To see what this nigga's dick is about

Do he be just talking shit? No I doubt

He got years of clout

Like a rebound on a credit line on a Master Card

Swiped it right between her pussy, then I bashed the bone

Then I juke it for a minute as I punched in my code

Then I waited for the pearls to come out, low and behold

Bankrupt cus ya stank stunk, frontin like a pooh bear

I opened up ya cock and hollered then, "Who there?"

"Nobody just us lice" That's nice

Little buggers, done grew up to be the size the rice

So I jumped back shocked and grabbed for my colla

Her pussy depreciated to pennies on a dolla

Now what the fuck? If you want the dick get the fuck up

And stop actin like a old tampon; stuck up

Give me something to put my stamp on the tramp gone, "What up?"

I make ya bust nuts till ya nut up



[Chorus x2]

The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consume

Drink up become room

Then fuck up in the room with the door locked

Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock



[Hi-C]

Shabity wee-rock sweet cock, juicy boo

Like Crips and Piru, shit, we gone do

I fell into the club and hit the dance flo

Ya boy got mad cus what I dipped with his ho

Baby girl had my tinsel returnin slow

She was sick, got me looking for Pepto-Bismol

Shit stackin, jaw smackin, dolla dropa

Dice shakin money makin holla hoppa

Home wreckin, ho checkin dick is slow

Bring me back Cognac, from the liquor sto'

Bet you didn't know that ya ho is a freak

Every week she got something up in her jaw meat

And it aint policies, spit it out

You gone tear my zipper on me before we, get it out

They wanna be touched by the untouchable click

Don't hate participate, yo sing that shit



[Chorus x2]

The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consume

Drink up become room

Then fuck up in the room with the door locked

Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock



[AMG]

When I bubble its trouble

What I'm sippin on make it a double

When I'm wit a ho, take her to hustle

More money ya muscle

Shake a hooker like a trick up

Leather and Wood 304 to the good

When I'm pimpin I'm jaggy

When I'm pimpin I'm saggy

When I'm high I'm a fly guy into the cat

?? the day Federan the man

When I put it on floss mode looking for ants

You a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya had

Now get up in the pad, dick suckin I'm glad

Never knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzz

When I'm sittin in first class

Take it in the ass

Nigga you done lost ya playa pass

Trick nigga, 304 niggas been ran up in that ass

Smashed up on the gas of the S-5 double

Like I said when I bouble its trouble

Can I hooo...



[Chorus x2]

The Birdz and Da Beez are the four things that we consume

Drink up become room

Then fuck up in the room with the door locked

Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock
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Language: English

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