Birdz Fly the Coup - 9th Wonder, Buckshot

Birdz Fly the Coup - 9th Wonder, Buckshot

Альбом
Chemistry
Год
2005
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
276930

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Birdz Fly the Coup

9th Wonder, Buckshot

Uh, keep it goin' y’all.

Are we goin' y’all?

Check it out

It’s Phontigga, from NC to Bucktown

Y’all niggas gon' Duck Down this is how we do it now yeah

For my nigga Buckshot.

Yo, we better make history tonight man

It’s my last night as a free man

She gonna motherfucking be here, In the motherfucking house

Tomorrow!

(Alright, come on)

Ten o’clock on the dot, I

Make my way over to my girl’s job by the shop

She in the wide body drop

All black

I didn’t see her parked in the front so I say, «Fall back.»

Called the cell, I heard, «Call back.»

So I called back

Like a fool I heard more passion then laughing on the other side

Word to mother I’m…ppppsst

Word to mother I’m, not in the mood for the rude tactics

She think ahead then move backwards

Let me relax kid, cause

I don’t wanna catch me a case

Even though I could just fetch in my waist

Stretch and embrace

Then place this nine in your face

I’m not

When I think about what I could have got I just stop and said

«Let me not get knocked by the cops»

So before you get shot by the shop

I play the block, cause

This is crazy, baby

But I just, adjust to all of the changes

(Gotta move, gotta grind with purpose)

(On my own thing dog)

(And y’all broads ain’t worth it, come on)

This is crazy, baby

But I just, adjust to all of the changes

(Tryin' to keep control of the mic)

(No time for all you silly hoes in my life)

(That's how we do it)

Oh what the heck

Let’s get married and have a son named Dylan

No big deal, no sweat

No big meals and no checks

We was struggling, and…

I guess we just couldn’t handle that type stress

So we went our separate ways

Game over like X-Box

No hard feelings baby, we gave it our best shot

So I hopped on a Boeing, and went back to touring

And figured, what the hell, I’ll just go back to hoeing

It started with this first chick, I call her the R

Light skinned, looking like she should have been in DeBarge

Her tit-ties was monstrous

But had baby drama from another guy

Otherwise I wouldn’t have squashed it

And then it was this stripper chick I met in the mall

Who used to send me instant messages from Dockside Dolls

But now I got a new broad, who rock my world too hard

And I’mma stop pimping, and her plane lands tomorrow, oh!

This is crazy, baby

But I just, adjust to all of the changes

(Gotta move, gotta grind with purpose)

(On my own thing dog)

(And y’all broads ain’t worth it, come on)

This is crazy, baby

But I just, adjust to all of the changes

(Tryin' to keep control of the mic)

(No time for all you silly hoes in my life)

(That's how we do it)

Me and Phonte sippin' this Bombay

I introduce this chick as my fiance

Can I say?

She’s sort of like Beyonce, beyond paid

She the boss, so she like to floss like she on stage

She a flirt though (What?)

You know, flirt a lot

Word Sha?

Go berserk though, you heard it word of mouth

I had to cut her off, I had to cut her loose

The only bird I’m rocking is a goose

Fly the coupe!

You must be the man that I done heard about (What?)

It’s Phonte and yeah I heard about the way you flirt around (Oh stop)

So can we work it out?

Yeah, I know you heard about my lying and my gambling

Of hoes at the shows, all the tricking and philandering

But now I’m just chilling with my nigga named Buckshot

And for you girl, Help Is On The Way, like The Whatnauts

I must not break my discipline

Or wifey take me to divorce court, and have me back at the bus stop (Number 9!

) Naw!

This is crazy, baby

But I just, adjust to all of the changes

(Gotta move, gotta grind with purpose)

(On my own thing dog)

(And y’all broads ain’t worth it, come on)

This is crazy, baby

But I just, adjust to all of the changes

(Tryin' to keep control of the mic)

(No time for all you silly hoes in my life)

(That's how we do it)

You may find yourself, living in a one room apartment

On the other side of Larsville

And you may mind yourself, with a Dominican house, and a Dominican wife

And you will ask yourself, «Well, how did I get here?»

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