He's A Bird, He's A Plane Songtext
von SPM
He's A Bird, He's A Plane Songtext
The Dope House, got it snowin′ in the summer
Drug runner, fuck the "I'm a gonna wanna."
Fast learner, attack like piranha
My next big hit′s called "Hubba Hubba Hubba."
I smoke a cause I love her
Bought a Danny Glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother
From the gutter diggin′ in your trash can
Fuckin′ with my niggas it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin′ 'Lacs & trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is smokeable products
In My all white Chucks turn a man into dust.
You wanna meet the Devil, huh? You in a bad rush
I′m a keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by 4: 00 P.M.
Call me Los Kevorkian.
Some do it for the money & fame
He just don′t wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
SPM, He's A Bird, He′s A Plane. In Hillwood, we didn′t have many choices
I'm hearin′ noises, outside I hear voices
The Coy's is a family who didn′t have much
Except the love of a single mother's touch
The lust of money, had me slangin′ cane & weed
I was first on the block & last to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this tricky game
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Drain...
Lift my name against my pain is used
To entertain a simple thing in every city seems like...
Shit's the same
Born loser, V12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the common drug user
36 eggs, come from each chicken
Some of you ain′t livin′ fuckin' with the unforgiven
I′m wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just because it′s free admission.
Man!
Some do it for the money & fame
He just don't wanna sell no more ′cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
SPM, He's A Bird, He's A Plane. 5 on the dot when I hit the crack spot
30 slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around 7
Got a fiend with a pipe & arrested him for resin
Fuckin′ pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead
′Cause I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick
Backstreet legends, the World feel my prescence
I′m the first man to touch it when the dope get's to Texas
You can keep the Lexus ′cause I bought 2 Benz's
On the microphone I′ll brake you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The shit I wear, the shit I drink,
The way I suck, I smell like fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, they turn around & vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player hatin′ joto.
You ain′t got no love for me? I ain't got no love tampoco.
Some do it for the money & fame
He just don′t wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
SPM, He′s A Bird, He's A Plane.
Drug runner, fuck the "I'm a gonna wanna."
Fast learner, attack like piranha
My next big hit′s called "Hubba Hubba Hubba."
I smoke a cause I love her
Bought a Danny Glover
Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother
From the gutter diggin′ in your trash can
Fuckin′ with my niggas it'll be your last dance
I came up off the cut, buyin′ 'Lacs & trophy trucks
The only thing I sell is smokeable products
In My all white Chucks turn a man into dust.
You wanna meet the Devil, huh? You in a bad rush
I′m a keep a smile, I was born the crack child
Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles
Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion
Pronounce him dead by 4: 00 P.M.
Call me Los Kevorkian.
Some do it for the money & fame
He just don′t wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
SPM, He's A Bird, He′s A Plane. In Hillwood, we didn′t have many choices
I'm hearin′ noises, outside I hear voices
The Coy's is a family who didn′t have much
Except the love of a single mother's touch
The lust of money, had me slangin′ cane & weed
I was first on the block & last to leave
Feel the rain as it falls on this tricky game
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Drain...
Lift my name against my pain is used
To entertain a simple thing in every city seems like...
Shit's the same
Born loser, V12 cruiser
I opened up a store for the common drug user
36 eggs, come from each chicken
Some of you ain′t livin′ fuckin' with the unforgiven
I′m wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison
They go to jail or hell just because it′s free admission.
Man!
Some do it for the money & fame
He just don't wanna sell no more ′cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
SPM, He's A Bird, He's A Plane. 5 on the dot when I hit the crack spot
30 slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around 7
Got a fiend with a pipe & arrested him for resin
Fuckin′ pigs want me so bad, they can taste it
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead
′Cause I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship
Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick
Backstreet legends, the World feel my prescence
I′m the first man to touch it when the dope get's to Texas
You can keep the Lexus ′cause I bought 2 Benz's
On the microphone I′ll brake you off with one sentence
Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air
They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player
A very rare breed, almost extinct
The way I walk, the way I think,
The shit I wear, the shit I drink,
The way I suck, I smell like fruity hydroponic
When haters see my car, they turn around & vomit
I'm loco, fuck any player hatin′ joto.
You ain′t got no love for me? I ain't got no love tampoco.
Some do it for the money & fame
He just don′t wanna sell no more 'cane
Now his flow is a beautiful thing
SPM, He′s A Bird, He's A Plane.
Writer(s): Carlos Coy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
