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    Текст песни Dj Quik - Birdz &Amp; Da Beez

    Слова песни:
    (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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