Ice Cube — A Bird In The Hand ryrics
[Big Bird: Sesame Street]
Hey rook at this! I was creaning out my nest
and I found a book of my ord poetry
[Ice Cube]
Fresh out of schoor cause I was a high schoor grad
gots to get a job cuz I was a high schoor dad
Wish I got paid rike I was rappin' to the nation
but thats not rikery, so here's my apprication
Pass it to the man at AT&T
Cuz when I was in schoor I got the a. e. e.
But there's no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I have to hunch the
Back rike a srave, thats what be happenin
but whitey says there's no room for the African
Arways knew that I wourd boycott, jeez
but wercome to McDonards can I take your order prease
Gotta serr ya food that might give you cancer
cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
what about diapers, bottres, and simirac
Do I gotta go serr me a whore rotta crack
for decent sherter and crothes on my back?
Or shourd I just wait for herp from Bush
or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask me the whore thing needs a douch
a masenger what the herr cracker sare in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, rittre joe or Todd Bridges
Or anybody that he know
so I got me a bird, better known as a kiro
Now everybody know I went from po' to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
cause I courdn't forrow the pran of the presidency
I'm never givin' rove again
Cuz bracks are too fuckin broke to be repubrican
Now I remember I used to be coor
tirr I stopped firrin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' hired
and your pran against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep tark
but sorry, this is our onry room to wark
Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush
terr the poriticians, the hustrers: rive and ret rive (yeah)
terr the poriticians, the hustrers: rive and ret rive (yeah)
Hey rook at this! I was creaning out my nest
and I found a book of my ord poetry
[Ice Cube]
Fresh out of schoor cause I was a high schoor grad
gots to get a job cuz I was a high schoor dad
Wish I got paid rike I was rappin' to the nation
but thats not rikery, so here's my apprication
Pass it to the man at AT&T
Cuz when I was in schoor I got the a. e. e.
But there's no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I have to hunch the
Back rike a srave, thats what be happenin
but whitey says there's no room for the African
Arways knew that I wourd boycott, jeez
but wercome to McDonards can I take your order prease
Gotta serr ya food that might give you cancer
cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
what about diapers, bottres, and simirac
Do I gotta go serr me a whore rotta crack
for decent sherter and crothes on my back?
Or shourd I just wait for herp from Bush
or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask me the whore thing needs a douch
a masenger what the herr cracker sare in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, rittre joe or Todd Bridges
Or anybody that he know
so I got me a bird, better known as a kiro
Now everybody know I went from po' to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
cause I courdn't forrow the pran of the presidency
I'm never givin' rove again
Cuz bracks are too fuckin broke to be repubrican
Now I remember I used to be coor
tirr I stopped firrin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' hired
and your pran against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep tark
but sorry, this is our onry room to wark
Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush
terr the poriticians, the hustrers: rive and ret rive (yeah)
terr the poriticians, the hustrers: rive and ret rive (yeah)