| Song | Birdz & Da Beez |
| Artist | DJ Quik |
| Album | Under Tha Influence |
| 作词 : Blake, Lewis, Wilkerson | |
| I don't really give a fuck what you think | |
| I only really give a fuck what you drink | |
| I'm a bartender, car spender, a dick lender | |
| A cash spender, ass bender, | |
| I'm ass in | |
| Let's get it crackin like a brothel in here; a whore house | |
| Got these bitches walkin nekkid throughout the whole house | |
| What the fuck you think my life is about? | |
| Bitches hatin | |
| What you think that butter knife is about? | |
| Bitches hatin | |
| To see what this nigga's dick is about | |
| Do he be just talking shit? | |
| No I doubt | |
| He got years of clout | |
| Like a rebound on a credit line on a | |
| Master Card | |
| Swiped it right between her pussy, then | |
| I bashed the bone | |
| Then I juke it for a minute as | |
| I punched in my code | |
| Then I waited for the pearls to come out, low and behold | |
| Bankrupt cus ya stank stunk, frontin like a pooh bear | |
| I opened up ya cock and hollered then, "Who there?" "Nobody just us lice" | |
| That's nice | |
| Little buggers, done grew up to be the size the rice | |
| So I jumped back shocked and grabbed for my colla | |
| Her pussy depreciated to pennies on a dolla | |
| Now what the fuck? | |
| If you want the dick get the fuck up | |
| And stop actin like a old tampon; stuck up | |
| Give me something to put my stamp on the tramp gone, "What up?" | |
| I make ya bust nuts till ya nut up [Chorus x2] | |
| The Birdz and | |
| Da Beez are the four things that we consume | |
| Drink up become room | |
| Then fuck up in the room with the door locked | |
| Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock [Hi-C] | |
| Shabity wee-rock sweet cock, juicy boo | |
| Like Crips and | |
| Piru, shit, we gone do | |
| I fell into the club and hit the dance flo | |
| Ya boy got mad cus what | |
| I dipped with his ho | |
| Baby girl had my tinsel returnin slow | |
| She was sick, got me looking for | |
| Pepto-Bismol | |
| Shit stackin, jaw smackin, dolla dropa | |
| Dice shakin money makin holla hoppa | |
| Home wreckin, ho checkin dick is slow | |
| Bring me back | |
| Cognac, from the liquor sto' | |
| Bet you didn't know that ya ho is a freak | |
| Every week she got something up in her jaw meat | |
| And it aint policies, spit it out | |
| You gone tear my zipper on me before we, get it out | |
| They wanna be touched by the untouchable click | |
| Don't hate participate, yo sing that shit [Chorus x2] | |
| The Birdz and | |
| Da Beez are the four things that we consume | |
| Drink up become room | |
| Then fuck up in the room with the door locked | |
| Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock [AMG] | |
| When I bubble its trouble | |
| What I'm sippin on make it a double | |
| When I'm wit a ho, take her to hustle | |
| More money ya muscle | |
| Shake a hooker like a trick up | |
| Leather and | |
| Wood 304 to the good | |
| When I'm pimpin | |
| I'm jaggy | |
| When I'm pimpin | |
| I'm saggy | |
| When I'm high | |
| I'm a fly guy into the cat ?? the day | |
| Federan the man | |
| When I put it on floss mode looking for ants | |
| You a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya had | |
| Now get up in the pad, dick suckin | |
| I'm glad Never knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzz | |
| When I'm sittin in first class | |
| Take it in the ass | |
| Nigga you done lost ya playa pass | |
| Trick nigga, 304 niggas been ran up in that ass | |
| Smashed up on the gas of the | |
| S-5 double | |
| Like I said when | |
| I bouble its trouble | |
| Can I hooo... [Chorus x2] | |
| The Birdz and | |
| Da Beez are the four things that we consume | |
| Drink up become room | |
| Then fuck up in the room with the door locked | |
| Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock |
| zuò cí : Blake, Lewis, Wilkerson | |
| I don' t really give a fuck what you think | |
| I only really give a fuck what you drink | |
| I' m a bartender, car spender, a dick lender | |
| A cash spender, ass bender, | |
| I' m ass in | |
| Let' s get it crackin like a brothel in here a whore house | |
| Got these bitches walkin nekkid throughout the whole house | |
| What the fuck you think my life is about? | |
| Bitches hatin | |
| What you think that butter knife is about? | |
| Bitches hatin | |
| To see what this nigga' s dick is about | |
| Do he be just talking shit? | |
| No I doubt | |
| He got years of clout | |
| Like a rebound on a credit line on a | |
| Master Card | |
| Swiped it right between her pussy, then | |
| I bashed the bone | |
| Then I juke it for a minute as | |
| I punched in my code | |
| Then I waited for the pearls to come out, low and behold | |
| Bankrupt cus ya stank stunk, frontin like a pooh bear | |
| I opened up ya cock and hollered then, " Who there?" " Nobody just us lice" | |
| That' s nice | |
| Little buggers, done grew up to be the size the rice | |
| So I jumped back shocked and grabbed for my colla | |
| Her pussy depreciated to pennies on a dolla | |
| Now what the fuck? | |
| If you want the dick get the fuck up | |
| And stop actin like a old tampon stuck up | |
| Give me something to put my stamp on the tramp gone, " What up?" | |
| I make ya bust nuts till ya nut up Chorus x2 | |
| The Birdz and | |
| Da Beez are the four things that we consume | |
| Drink up become room | |
| Then fuck up in the room with the door locked | |
| Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock HiC | |
| Shabity weerock sweet cock, juicy boo | |
| Like Crips and | |
| Piru, shit, we gone do | |
| I fell into the club and hit the dance flo | |
| Ya boy got mad cus what | |
| I dipped with his ho | |
| Baby girl had my tinsel returnin slow | |
| She was sick, got me looking for | |
| PeptoBismol | |
| Shit stackin, jaw smackin, dolla dropa | |
| Dice shakin money makin holla hoppa | |
| Home wreckin, ho checkin dick is slow | |
| Bring me back | |
| Cognac, from the liquor sto' | |
| Bet you didn' t know that ya ho is a freak | |
| Every week she got something up in her jaw meat | |
| And it aint policies, spit it out | |
| You gone tear my zipper on me before we, get it out | |
| They wanna be touched by the untouchable click | |
| Don' t hate participate, yo sing that shit Chorus x2 | |
| The Birdz and | |
| Da Beez are the four things that we consume | |
| Drink up become room | |
| Then fuck up in the room with the door locked | |
| Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock AMG | |
| When I bubble its trouble | |
| What I' m sippin on make it a double | |
| When I' m wit a ho, take her to hustle | |
| More money ya muscle | |
| Shake a hooker like a trick up | |
| Leather and | |
| Wood 304 to the good | |
| When I' m pimpin | |
| I' m jaggy | |
| When I' m pimpin | |
| I' m saggy | |
| When I' m high | |
| I' m a fly guy into the cat ?? the day | |
| Federan the man | |
| When I put it on floss mode looking for ants | |
| You a straight gone bad, ho wishin ya had | |
| Now get up in the pad, dick suckin | |
| I' m glad Never knew what a ho was, checkin ya buzz | |
| When I' m sittin in first class | |
| Take it in the ass | |
| Nigga you done lost ya playa pass | |
| Trick nigga, 304 niggas been ran up in that ass | |
| Smashed up on the gas of the | |
| S5 double | |
| Like I said when | |
| I bouble its trouble | |
| Can I hooo... Chorus x2 | |
| The Birdz and | |
| Da Beez are the four things that we consume | |
| Drink up become room | |
| Then fuck up in the room with the door locked | |
| Wake up Divorced looking for some more cock |