Birds With No Wings Video (MV)

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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 mothaf*cka think he f*ckin' 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