Ghetto Bird - Ice Cube (冰块酷八)

Lyrics by：Dj Cream

Composed by：Public domain

Why oh why must you swoop through the hood

Like everybody from the hood is up to no good

You think all the girls around here are trickin'

Up there lookin' like Super chicken

At night I see your light through my bedroom window

But I ain't got s**t but the pad and pencil

I can't wait till I hear you say

I'm going down mayday mayday I'm gonna clown

Cause everytime that the pigs have got me

Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi

Military force but we don't want ya

Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher

So fly like an eagle

But don't follow us wherever we go

The s**t that I'm saying make it's heard

Motherf**k you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

Run run run from the ghetto bird

Run run run from the ghetto bird

Now

My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex

And let me try the four next

Now the four I was driving was hotter than july

Looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky

Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom

Calling all cars I think we've got em

I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood

I think I drove through every single hood

South Central Compton and Watts

Long Beach bust a you here come the cops

Wish I had a genie with about three wishes

Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious

You know that I'm running

S**t I hear it humming

F**k I see it coming

Is it a bird Yup

Is it a plane No

I hit me a right on El Segundo

Wanted to holla had to ditch the Impala

Let's see if they would folla

Me hit a fence hit a fence and another

Met me a baby pitbull and his mother

Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window

I wish it was my ten-four

Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third

'Cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

Just put his hat ehrrr

He combed his hair and then put his hat back on

He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit going 115

Miles an hour with the police chasing him

They're not gonna be

Real happy when they catch up with him

No matter what the eh

They hate they hate a bigmouth even worse

Officer Bird's on his way and I don't want to see him

Could you please give me the keys to the BM

See I didn't want to gank you

But don't make me bank you thank you

Tried to get yo the hood and you might guess

That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus

Incognito Ghetto Eagle

Saying f**k where did he go

I bust me a left from Rubellon Park

The 735 and I'm bailin'

Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man

She helped me run like Harriet Tubman

Looked out the window by the black bed

I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed

Then the light from the bird hit me in the face

I close the blinds 'cause I didn't want to catch a case

All that night I heard the bird circle

While I was eating fish and watching Urkel

She said I could sleep on the couch

By two AM I was digging her out

F**k the ghetto bird

Which way is he going now

Ok now now he's he's actually southbound

On a service street

And uh Gee whiz uh I'm gonna get

My maps out here and figure

Out which service street he suddenly

Turned off on uh the sheriffs

Are are well I know that Sheriffs ground units got thrown off

Motherf**k you and your punk-ass ghetto bird