Why, oh why you swoop through the hood Like from the hood is up to no good You all the girls around here are trickin' Up there lookin' like
At night I see light through my bedroom window But I got shit but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm down, mayday, mayday" I'm gonna clown 'cause every that the pigs have got me
Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military But we don't want you, standin' on my roof the rocket launcher So fly like an eagle but don't us wherever we go The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass bird
Run, run, run from the bird Run, run, run from the ghetto
Now, my homies here to on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the next Now the four I was driving is hotter than up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky
Saw a chopper numbers on the bottom Calling all cars, I think got 'em I hit the gas and I mashed past I think I through every single hood
South Central, Compton and Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with three wishes Metal flake green on D's, I look
You that I'm running, shit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a No I hit me a right on El Wanted to holla, had to ditch the
Let's see if they follow Me, hit a fence, hit a and another Met me a baby and his mother Ran up in some people's and looked out of the window
I it was my ten-four Had to pull a on a fool named Louis the Third 'Cuz I'm getting chased by the bird
Just put his hat, he his hair and then put his hat back on He's acting nonchalant up there in cockpit, going 115 miles an hour With the police chasing him, they're not gonna be happy When catch up with him, no matter what, but the They hate, they hate a bigmouth even
Officer on his way and I don't wanna see him Could you give me the keys to the B.M.? See, I want to gank you But don't make me you, thank you
to get to the hood, and you might guess That a fool like me woulda shot Incognito, Eagle Saying, "Fuck, did he go?"
I bust me a left from Parked the 735 and I'm to my home girl's house and got a hug man She helped me run like Harriet
Looked out the by the black bed I saw the pigs and the on a flatbed the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the 'cause I didn't wanna catch a case
All that night, I the bird circle I was eating fish and watching Urkel She said I sleep on the couch By two a.m. I was digging her out, fuck the ghetto
Which way is he now? Okay, now, now he's, actually Southbound on a service street And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm get my maps out here And out which service street he suddenly turned off on The sheriffs are, are, well I know that ground units got thrown off
Motherfuck you and punk-ass ghetto bird