He's a Bird, He's a Plane Lyrics
| Song | He's a Bird, He's a Plane |
| Artist | South Park Mexican |
| Album | Time Is Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : SPM | |
| First verse (spm)： | |
| The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer | |
| Drug runner, fuck the "i'ma gonna wanna" | |
| Fast learner, attack like piranhas | |
| My next big hit's called "hubba, hubba, hubba" | |
| I smoke her cuz i love her | |
| Bought a danny glover | |
| Now i'm burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother | |
| From the gutter diggin' in your trash can | |
| Fuckin' with my niggas it'll be your last dance | |
| I came up off the cut, buyin' 'lacs and trophy trucks | |
| The only thing i sell is submersible products | |
| My all-white chucks turn a man into dust | |
| You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush | |
| I'ma keep a smile, i was born the crack child | |
| Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles | |
| Make your ears ring when i sting like a scorpion | |
| Pronounce him dead by four p.m. | |
| Call me los kevorkian | |
| Chorus (ayana m.): | |
| Some do it for the money and fame | |
| He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane | |
| Now his flow is a beautiful thing | |
| S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a plane | |
| (2x) | |
| Second verse (spm): | |
| In hillwood, we didn't have many choices | |
| I'm hearin' noises, outside i hear voices | |
| The coys is a family who didn't have much | |
| Except the love of a single mother's touch | |
| The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed | |
| I was first on the block, and last to leave | |
| Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game | |
| Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid dran... | |
| Lift my name against my pain is used | |
| To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like... | |
| Shit's the same | |
| Born loser, v-12 cruiser | |
| I opened up a store for the common drug user | |
| Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken | |
| Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven | |
| I'm wishin' i could hug those dead or in prison | |
| They go to jail or hell just because it's free admission | |
| Man! | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse (spm): | |
| Five on the dot when i hit the crack spot | |
| Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox | |
| Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven | |
| Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin | |
| Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it | |
| But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead | |
| Cuz i don't slip, broke quicker than a ship | |
| Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain sick | |
| Backstreet legends, the world feel my prescence | |
| I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to texas | |
| You can keep the lexus cuz i bought two benzes | |
| On the microphone i broke you off with one sentence | |
| Stay aware for what's out there, i smell hate all in the air | |
| They asked me what my race was, i told them it was player | |
| A very rare breed, almost extinct | |
| The way i walk, the way i think, | |
| The shit i wear, the shit i drink, | |
| The way i stink, i smell like fruity hydroponic | |
| When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit | |
| I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' punto | |
| You ain't got no love for me? i ain't got no love tan poco | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : SPM | |
| First verse spm: | |
| The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer | |
| Drug runner, fuck the " i' ma gonna wanna" | |
| Fast learner, attack like piranhas | |
| My next big hit' s called " hubba, hubba, hubba" | |
| I smoke her cuz i love her | |
| Bought a danny glover | |
| Now i' m burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother | |
| From the gutter diggin' in your trash can | |
| Fuckin' with my niggas it' ll be your last dance | |
| I came up off the cut, buyin' ' lacs and trophy trucks | |
| The only thing i sell is submersible products | |
| My allwhite chucks turn a man into dust | |
| You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush | |
| I' ma keep a smile, i was born the crack child | |
| Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles | |
| Make your ears ring when i sting like a scorpion | |
| Pronounce him dead by four p. m. | |
| Call me los kevorkian | |
| Chorus ayana m.: | |
| Some do it for the money and fame | |
| He just don' t wanna sell no more ' cane | |
| Now his flow is a beautiful thing | |
| Spm, he' s a bird, he' s a plane | |
| 2x | |
| Second verse spm: | |
| In hillwood, we didn' t have many choices | |
| I' m hearin' noises, outside i hear voices | |
| The coys is a family who didn' t have much | |
| Except the love of a single mother' s touch | |
| The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed | |
| I was first on the block, and last to leave | |
| Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game | |
| Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid dran... | |
| Lift my name against my pain is used | |
| To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like... | |
| Shit' s the same | |
| Born loser, v12 cruiser | |
| I opened up a store for the common drug user | |
| Thirtysix eggs, come from one chicken | |
| Some of you ain' t livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven | |
| I' m wishin' i could hug those dead or in prison | |
| They go to jail or hell just because it' s free admission | |
| Man! | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse spm: | |
| Five on the dot when i hit the crack spot | |
| Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox | |
| Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven | |
| Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin | |
| Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it | |
| But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead | |
| Cuz i don' t slip, broke quicker than a ship | |
| Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain sick | |
| Backstreet legends, the world feel my prescence | |
| I' m the first man to touch it when the dope gets to texas | |
| You can keep the lexus cuz i bought two benzes | |
| On the microphone i broke you off with one sentence | |
| Stay aware for what' s out there, i smell hate all in the air | |
| They asked me what my race was, i told them it was player | |
| A very rare breed, almost extinct | |
| The way i walk, the way i think, | |
| The shit i wear, the shit i drink, | |
| The way i stink, i smell like fruity hydroponic | |
| When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit | |
| I' m loco, fuck any player hatin' punto | |
| You ain' t got no love for me? i ain' t got no love tan poco | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : SPM | |
| First verse spm: | |
| The dopehouse, got it snowin' in the summer | |
| Drug runner, fuck the " i' ma gonna wanna" | |
| Fast learner, attack like piranhas | |
| My next big hit' s called " hubba, hubba, hubba" | |
| I smoke her cuz i love her | |
| Bought a danny glover | |
| Now i' m burnin' rubber in somebody baby mother | |
| From the gutter diggin' in your trash can | |
| Fuckin' with my niggas it' ll be your last dance | |
| I came up off the cut, buyin' ' lacs and trophy trucks | |
| The only thing i sell is submersible products | |
| My allwhite chucks turn a man into dust | |
| You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush | |
| I' ma keep a smile, i was born the crack child | |
| Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles | |
| Make your ears ring when i sting like a scorpion | |
| Pronounce him dead by four p. m. | |
| Call me los kevorkian | |
| Chorus ayana m.: | |
| Some do it for the money and fame | |
| He just don' t wanna sell no more ' cane | |
| Now his flow is a beautiful thing | |
| Spm, he' s a bird, he' s a plane | |
| 2x | |
| Second verse spm: | |
| In hillwood, we didn' t have many choices | |
| I' m hearin' noises, outside i hear voices | |
| The coys is a family who didn' t have much | |
| Except the love of a single mother' s touch | |
| The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed | |
| I was first on the block, and last to leave | |
| Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game | |
| Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid dran... | |
| Lift my name against my pain is used | |
| To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like... | |
| Shit' s the same | |
| Born loser, v12 cruiser | |
| I opened up a store for the common drug user | |
| Thirtysix eggs, come from one chicken | |
| Some of you ain' t livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven | |
| I' m wishin' i could hug those dead or in prison | |
| They go to jail or hell just because it' s free admission | |
| Man! | |
| Chorus | |
| Third verse spm: | |
| Five on the dot when i hit the crack spot | |
| Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox | |
| Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven | |
| Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin | |
| Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it | |
| But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead | |
| Cuz i don' t slip, broke quicker than a ship | |
| Wrap a platinum hit, make the police captain sick | |
| Backstreet legends, the world feel my prescence | |
| I' m the first man to touch it when the dope gets to texas | |
| You can keep the lexus cuz i bought two benzes | |
| On the microphone i broke you off with one sentence | |
| Stay aware for what' s out there, i smell hate all in the air | |
| They asked me what my race was, i told them it was player | |
| A very rare breed, almost extinct | |
| The way i walk, the way i think, | |
| The shit i wear, the shit i drink, | |
| The way i stink, i smell like fruity hydroponic | |
| When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit | |
| I' m loco, fuck any player hatin' punto | |
| You ain' t got no love for me? i ain' t got no love tan poco | |
| Chorus |
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