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 saying, make it's heard
 Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

 ["Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" (2x)]

 Verse Two:

 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 driving 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 em."
 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 running
 Shit, I hear it humming
 Fuck, I see it coming
 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 folla
 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 ten-four
 had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
 cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

 "Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
 on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
 miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
 real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
 Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."


 Verse Three:

 Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him
 could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
 See, I didn't want to gank you
 but don't make me bank you, thank you
 Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess
 that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
 Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
 Saying, "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 close 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 digging her out
 Fuck the ghetto bird

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

 Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird