Fly Like A Bird

Yeah, bitch

Dre and the mothafuck Dog

Yeah the one (backflip)

Believe it, you know I'm sayin

This that bay shit, you know I'm sayin

That real shit, from back then to now

Man I'm a coke rap spitter

A hair pin trigger

A crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the realer

Spin around tornado lust for the words

Wrap it up like dope, fly like a bird

Nothin but bakin soda the motorola do it well

Up in your face man with somethin to sell

I'm like a chronic vision pigeon tiga spinnin in time

Two 45's, 357's, and 9's

My figure eight, is real is not fake

Strawberry soda, garlic bread, and steak

Ahead of the chase and hide behind the wheel

You talk for money and we can make a deal

Make a deal you square ass nigga

We bay stunnas bitch

Turf top niggaz, nigga from the street up

Nigga, can you feel it

I'm not a screw face, I keep my boots lace

Then listen to the homies brag about they gun case

They off taste, crank beat with more bass

My court date, in I came in hella late

No cross game, wear rangs with no chains

Holla at the God if you a rap cat mayne

Nickel plated, got a image is penetrated

I put that on my life I'm glad you never made it

Raw hide, all in my bloodline

You never find a drug like me of no kind

Don't hide, cause it makes it more divine

To put you in the fire in line on Valentine's

February, or was it January

I lose my memeory when it come to you canaries

It's necessary, on guard with what you carry

Split the middle open swisher then add the blueberry

Unravel the backwud nigga

With you stupid ass

That's what's wrong with you niggaz

You niggaz ain't laced

Nigga, we lace niggaz like boots

I'm not a damn fool

I live by Bay rules

Bay slang, and I'm doin my bay thang

Make change, get bread to kick game

I know you got ass but you's a lame freak dame

No shame, and I'm greed to the brain

You know the pitbull is off the ch-ch-chain

To the lane, on the freeway of pain

I don't spend dollars on expensive champagne

Rip hearts, and I pound the Skylarks

Pedal to the madal in my Wu-Tang Clarks

New suade, from the stage to the grave

Hot day, these pistols in the shade

It ain't strange, motherfucker you sell caine

Add a little color to the picture frame

The rhyme cheetah, throw on a wife-beater

T-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes didn't see ya

Din't see ya mayne

Gotta get away from you mayne

We shake it spit shit like v mayne

You know I'm sayin

The new nigga to table mayne

Bring it all mayne

Man this analogy, is a new strategy

And this academy, is headed for a tragedy

It sound to me that your tryin to break free

And snakes like me don't allow that see

At close range you can see my vertigo

Venom in the soul and I'm ready to let it go

With no control, man it can grow like a rose

And I'm standin right there with my Fillmoe pose

When a child cries, In a heart a father dies

Punch you in the eye to let you know that you alive

Meetho, multiply the equal

Bumpin C-Bo, on the way to Tahoe

I'm stage left, at the store remain chef

Man cook it up and keep it from the ATF

The Barrucuda, yo the rhyme roof shooter

Runnin down the stairs of the projects do a

Kamikaze, grip your style just for a hobby

And rippin in the lobby, man while kickin it with Bobby

You say the work then here come the work

Put mustard on it, wrap it up, fly like a bird

And eat these niggaz up mayne

It's nothin mayne

It's my nigga Dre Dog mayne

You niggaz better get hip to this shit mayne

If you can't dig it like a shovel man (backflip)

I guess you ain't able

Nigga, more than rap cats mayne

This bay shit mayne, thuggin nigga

All-star shit fool