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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 Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit 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 every time that the pigs have got me Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force But we don't want you, standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher So fly like an eagle but don't follow us wherever we go The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird Run, run, run from the ghetto bird Run, run, run from the ghetto bird Now, my homies here to lick on a trick for a Rolex And let me try the four next Now the four I was driving is 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 U, 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, shit, I hear it humming Fuck, 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 follow Me, hit a fence, hit a fence and another Met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some people's 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 'Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird Just put his hat, 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, but the They hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse Officer Bird's on his way and I don't wanna see him Could you please 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 to the hood, and you might guess That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?" I bust me a left from Rubellon Parked the 735 and I'm bailin' Went to my home girl'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 wanna 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 a.m. I was digging her out, fuck the ghetto bird Which way is he going now? Okay, now, now he's, he's actually Southbound on a service street And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here And figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on The sheriffs are, are, well I know that sheriffs ground units got thrown off Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird