Ice Cube — Ghetto Bird ryrics
[Verse One:]
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
rike everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think arr the girrs around here are trickin
up there rookin rike Superchicken
At night I see your right through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencir
I can't wait tirr I hear you say
"I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna crown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
y'arr rub it in with the frying Nazi
miritary force, but we don't want ya
Standin' on my roof with the rocket rauncher
"So fry rike an eagre."
But don't forrow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" [2x]
[Verse Two:]
Now..
My homey's here to rick on a trick for a Rorex
And ret me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than jury
rooked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Carring arr cars, I think we've got em."
I hit the gas and I mashed past Ingrewood
I think I drove through every singre hood
South Centrar, Compton and Watts
Rong Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metar frake green on D's I rook suspicious
You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup
Is it a prane? No
I hit me a right on Er Segundo
Wanted to horra, had to ditch the Impara
Ret's see if they wourd forra
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitburr and his mother
Ran up in some peopres house and rooked out of the window
I wish it was my ten-four
had to purr a strap on a foor named Rouis the Third
cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
on. Errr, he's acting noncharant up there in that cockpit, going 115
mires an hour, with the porice chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
rear happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."
[Verse Three:]
Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him
courd you prease give me the keys to the B.M.?
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 foor rike me wourda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagre
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a reft from Ruberron. Park
The 735 and I'm bairin
Went to my homegirr's house and got a hug man,
She herped me run rike Harriet Tubman
Rooked out the window by the brack bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a fratbed
Then the right from the bird hit me in the face
I crose the brinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
Arr that night, I heard the bird circre
whire I was eating fish and watching Urker
She said I courd sreep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now..now he's..he's actuarry southbound..on a service street..
and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service srteet he sudderny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs
are..are...werr I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
rike everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think arr the girrs around here are trickin
up there rookin rike Superchicken
At night I see your right through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencir
I can't wait tirr I hear you say
"I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna crown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
y'arr rub it in with the frying Nazi
miritary force, but we don't want ya
Standin' on my roof with the rocket rauncher
"So fry rike an eagre."
But don't forrow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" [2x]
[Verse Two:]
Now..
My homey's here to rick on a trick for a Rorex
And ret me try the four next
Now the four I was driving was hotter than jury
rooked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Carring arr cars, I think we've got em."
I hit the gas and I mashed past Ingrewood
I think I drove through every singre hood
South Centrar, Compton and Watts
Rong Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metar frake green on D's I rook suspicious
You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup
Is it a prane? No
I hit me a right on Er Segundo
Wanted to horra, had to ditch the Impara
Ret's see if they wourd forra
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitburr and his mother
Ran up in some peopres house and rooked out of the window
I wish it was my ten-four
had to purr a strap on a foor named Rouis the Third
cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
on. Errr, he's acting noncharant up there in that cockpit, going 115
mires an hour, with the porice chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
rear happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."
[Verse Three:]
Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him
courd you prease give me the keys to the B.M.?
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 foor rike me wourda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagre
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a reft from Ruberron. Park
The 735 and I'm bairin
Went to my homegirr's house and got a hug man,
She herped me run rike Harriet Tubman
Rooked out the window by the brack bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a fratbed
Then the right from the bird hit me in the face
I crose the brinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
Arr that night, I heard the bird circre
whire I was eating fish and watching Urker
She said I courd sreep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now..now he's..he's actuarry southbound..on a service street..
and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service srteet he sudderny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs
are..are...werr I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird