Rock Up My Birdie

The Click

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    [The Click talking]
    Alright, alright
    I'm tight, I'm tight
    All day, all day

    [Hook]
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If the funk jump then my pistol will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    Don't let that shit jump, my pistol will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If that shit jump then my stapler will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    Don't let that shit jump, my pistol will pop

    [B-Legit]
    Straight up on some swirve, like pump I got my shit tight
    Mobbin' in the Chevy, four deep after midnight
    And just because I'm rappin' nigga ain't shit changed
    I'm still slangin' thangs nigga deep in this game
    My homies like to fork, them fools like to ride
    My homie got the Tommy out the passenger side
    About to let em' fly cause it's another season
    And niggas let them ho punk bitches be the reason

    [E-40]
    Niggas on the roof, bulletproofs and straps
    Posted on the corner, walkie-talkies and booby traps
    Ready for whatever, we can get it on
    In any type of weather, ya know we fuck them domes

    [B-Legit]
    Them choppers will chop, niggas slippin' down ya block
    Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn't understand

    [E-40]
    Half money half heart, ain't nowhere to hide
    Put yo shit in park, you know these fools will ride

    [B-Legit]
    Suicidal if it's vital on these streets of mine
    And niggas pack them gats bustin' thirty-two times
    Business is fine if ya fuckin' with me
    On the spot where a niggas slangs his D

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    [Hook]
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If the funk jump then my pistol will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    Don't let that shit jump, my pistol will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If that shit jump then my stapler will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    And if that shit jump...

    [B-Legit]
    Testin' one, two a nigga sold a few of those ki's
    Broke em' down to boulders, stacked a few of those G's
    My bitch was the check, my set was the year

    [E-40]
    A nigga had hills, meals
    And about eleven thousand dollars worth of bills

    [B-Legit]
    I was posted at the spot smokin' doja
    Just put the rumble in my 68 Nova

    [E-40]
    But what about me

    [B-Legit]
    Fool you can't get with it

    [E-40]
    But what about me

    [B-Legit]
    Fool my crew is Sick Wid It
    Boom-shaka-laka, it's the big blocker
    Three ninety six, I get rubber and fit punk bitch
    And I'm a bomb smokin' zipper holdin' pistol packin'
    In my lap cause it's G's that a niggas stackin'
    Mackin' is my game, Legit is my name
    And if ya ain't careful ho
    Ya pockets are drained so
    What else ya wanna know about this playa
    Dope rhyme sayer, my mail weigh longer than theirs
    That shit is gettin' funky and them fools wanna bust caps
    But motherfucker ain't no money in that
    You need to lose that strap and go from the shoulders
    Cause shit gon' get funky with this soldier

    [Hook]
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If the funk jump then my pistol will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    Don't let that shit jump or my Reuger will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If that shit jump then my stapler might pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    Please don't let it funk...

    [D-Shot]
    First I flipped the Vette, then came the Lex
    I swept up thirty thangs to get the whip got me blessed
    Eighteen and older, money gets me over
    Sixteen years old with two straps on my shoulder
    A real Hillside hog, leavin' em' fucked in the fog
    Nigga you can't fade me I'm ya top notch dog
    How can ya figure that D-Shot will sliver
    Nigga run up on me then I gots to split ya

    [E-40]
    Split ya, no shit and no white for sale
    Man I'ma rob that nigga, let the buzzer be the bell
    Cause I ain't fixin' to suck up to none
    Punk now that not even in my plan
    Dry as the fuck and I'm the only one left in the yo-yo
    Seven houses down, cross street dashboard, broken down Pinto
    Black screens, high school prom queens
    Smoked out, shriveled up as dope fiends

    [B-Legit]
    Heckyls my, Jekylls me sweatin' me
    Just like the task, them motherfuckers had my ass
    Won't be able to serve niggas for the one forty
    Give me thrirty, rock up my birdie

    [Hook to fade]
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    And if that shit jump then my pistol will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    Please don't let it jump...it'll pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If that funk jump then my pistol will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    Please don't let it funk my chop-chop will pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If the funk jump then my brownie might pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot
    If the funk jump then my uh...it'll pop
    Rock up my birdie on the D-spot

    Información de la canción

    Composición: E. Stevens, D. Stevens, B. Jones y M. Whitemon

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