歌曲 | He's a Bird, He's a Plane |
歌手 | South Park Mexican |
专辑 | Time Is Money |
作词 : SPM | |
First verse (spm): | |
The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer | |
Drug runner, fuck the "i'ma gonna wanna" | |
Fast learner, attack like piranhas | |
My next big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba" | |
I smoke her cuz 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 and trophy trucks | |
The only thing i sell is submersible products | |
My all-white chucks turn a man into dust | |
You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush | |
I'ma 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 four p.m. | |
Call me los kevorkian | |
Chorus (ayana m.): | |
Some do it for the money and fame | |
He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane | |
Now his flow is a beautiful thing | |
S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a plane | |
(2x) | |
Second verse (spm): | |
In hillwood, we didn't have many choices | |
I'm hearin' noises, outside i hear voices | |
The coys 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 and weed | |
I was first on the block, and last to leave | |
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game | |
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid dran... | |
Lift my name against my pain is used | |
To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like... | |
Shit's the same | |
Born loser, v-12 cruiser | |
I opened up a store for the common drug user | |
Thirty-six eggs, come from one 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! | |
Chorus | |
Third verse (spm): | |
Five on the dot when i hit the crack spot | |
Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox | |
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven | |
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin | |
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it | |
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead | |
Cuz 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 gets to texas | |
You can keep the lexus cuz i bought two benzes | |
On the microphone i broke 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 stink, i smell like fruity hydroponic | |
When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit | |
I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' punto | |
You ain't got no love for me? i ain't got no love tan poco | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : SPM | |
First verse spm: | |
The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer | |
Drug runner, fuck the " i' ma gonna wanna" | |
Fast learner, attack like piranhas | |
My next big hit' s called " hubba, hubba, hubba" | |
I smoke her cuz 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 and trophy trucks | |
The only thing i sell is submersible products | |
My allwhite chucks turn a man into dust | |
You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush | |
I' ma 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 four p. m. | |
Call me los kevorkian | |
Chorus ayana m.: | |
Some do it for the money and 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 | |
2x | |
Second verse spm: | |
In hillwood, we didn' t have many choices | |
I' m hearin' noises, outside i hear voices | |
The coys 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 and weed | |
I was first on the block, and last to leave | |
Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game | |
Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid dran... | |
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 | |
Thirtysix eggs, come from one 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! | |
Chorus | |
Third verse spm: | |
Five on the dot when i hit the crack spot | |
Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox | |
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven | |
Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin | |
Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it | |
But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead | |
Cuz 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 gets to texas | |
You can keep the lexus cuz i bought two benzes | |
On the microphone i broke 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 stink, i smell like fruity hydroponic | |
When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit | |
I' m loco, fuck any player hatin' punto | |
You ain' t got no love for me? i ain' t got no love tan poco | |
Chorus |