Dj Quik - Birdz N tha Beez LYRICS

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]

I don't really give a fuck what you think

I only really give a fuck what you drink

I'm a bar-tender, car spender, a dick lender, cash spender, ass bender

A ass spender

Get it crackin like a bar throw in here

A whorehouse, got these bitches walkin naked through out the whole house

What the fuck U think my life is about?

Bitches hatin

What the fuck U think that butter knife was about?

Bitches hatin

Tell what the fuck this nigga's dick is about

Do he just be talkin' shit? No I doubt

He got years of clout

Like reballin credit line on a Mastercard

Drived it right between the pussy then I bash the broad

Then I took it for a minute

As I punch through my code

Tehn I waited for the pearls come out

Loan put on hold, Bankrupt, get ya stank stunk

Frontin like Pooh bear, I opened up ya cock & hollered sayin

“Who there?? (Nobody, what?)

That's nice, little buggers done grew up the be the size of rice

So I jumped back & grabbed for my coller

Her pussy appreciated the pennies on the dollar

Now what the fuck

If U want the dick get the fuck up

And stop actin like an old tampon, stuck up

Give me somethin to get my step on

Then trek on, what up

I'll make you bust nuts till I nut up



(Chorus 2X)

The birdz and the beez

All the forties

Not with consume, drink up become roomed

…The fuck up in the room with the door locked (Door locked!)

Wake up, divorce the bitch, leave'er lookin' for some more cock (More cock!)



[Verse 2: Hi-C]

We ride, sweet cock, juicy boo

Like Crips and Pirus, shit, we goin do

I fell in the club and hit the dance floor

Yo' boy got mad cause I dipped with his ho

Baby had my tootise, returnin' slow

She was sick got me lookin' for Pepto Bismol

Chips stackin, jaws smackin, dolla droppa

Dice shake ya money makin, dolla poppa

Home wreckin, ho checkin, dick is slow

Bring me back, cognac from the liquor store

Bet cha didn't know that yo ho is a freak

Every week she got something' up in the jaw meat

And I ain't policy

Spit it out

U goin zip my zipper before we get it out

They wanna be touched by the untouchable click

Don't hate, participate, y'all sing that shit



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: AMG]

When I bump on this trouble

What I'm sipppin' on make it a double

When I'm wit who, think I'd a hustle

More money and muscle

Shake the hooker like a trick up

Leatehr'n'wood three up off to the good

When I'm dippin I'm jacky

When I'm a flippin I'm saggie

When I'm high I'm a fly guy in the khakis

Big dick of the day, better ran the man

When I put in floss mode lookin' for hands

U scrap gone bad

Ho wishin ya had

Knack it up in the pad

Dick suck and I'm glad

Neva knew what a ho was

Checkin yo buzz

While I'm sittin in a first class digit in the ass

Nigga, you done lost ya playa pass (strip nigga)

3 of 4 niggas been ran upon that ass

Scratch up on the gas of the S5 double

Like when I said when I bump on this trouble

Can I … (oooooh)



[Chorus Till Fade]