Birds With No Wings — текст песни (Andre Nickatina)

You sober up punk
I do it high
I`m ridin` the wave in the ...(?)
Baby you turnin` me on
And when you turnin` me off
I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross

I`m shippin` birds with no wings
All over seas
And other people cop em at the hottest degrees

I keep money for bail
Because I never liked jail
And I study A-plus student at Yale

They say Andre Nickatina ya emcee number seven
Smokin` weed up in heaven
Born on 3/11

Tigas and gods
Liquor and bomb
I look to my pad like the holy kerhan

I`m shippin` birds with no wings
All over seas
I put em where they never heard raps like these

I rhyme like calico cats
And two loaded gats
Now what mothafucka think he fuckin` with that?

I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks
Call me a Mack truck with no brakes
Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes
And get into anybody in any other state

Grand wizard(?) baby, look at what I done
We used to sex in ya basement now I`m number one
With no desire
I`m throwin` gasoline on the fire
I don`t like your record store if you`re not a buyer

Spin cycle
It`s sumthin` like a wash and dry
And I be speakin` to my P.O with a serious lie

You know the Matador
The replican, the guillotine
The money, the dope
Homie, the triple beam

Melody`s soft but is heavy as weights
We got the snottiest freaks
With the sexiest face

You better poka-bang-bang
A chica-chica-chill
A tumble down the hill
Like Jack and Jill

We say spin around broke witch
Bust a ballerina
I pro blow when Mark with Marina

It`s time
Tiga I was bred to grind
�N your zodiac sign
N` up in the minds
Man, the killa whale of hell
Yell, strikin` down bail
Wet you with the water
Smack you with my tail

Shit,
I`m shippin` birds over seas
...(?)
The number one Pisces
Shit,
It`s me