Birds With No Wings Lyrics - Singles - Andre Nickatina

You sober up punk 

I do it high 

I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun that live 

Baby you turnin' me on 

And when you turnin' me off 

I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross 

I'm shippin' birds with no wings 

All over seas 

And other people cop em at the hottest degrees 

I keep money for bail 

Because I never liked jail 

And I study A-plus student at Yale 

They say Andre Nickatina ya emcee number seven 

Smokin' weed up in heaven 

Born on 3/11 

Tigas and gods 

Liquor and bomb 

I look to my pad like the holy kerhan 

I'm shippin' birds with no wings 

All over seas 

I put em where they never heard raps like these 

I rhyme like calico cats 

And two loaded gats 

Now what mothafucka think he fuckin' with that? 

I be the special shishcabob on the grill with all steaks 

Call me a Mack truck with no brakes 

Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes 

And get into anybody in any other state 

Grand wizard(?) baby, look at what I done 

We used to sex in ya basement now I'm number one 

With no desire 

I'm throwin' gasoline on the fire 

I don't like your record store if you're not a buyer 

Spin cycle 

It's sumthin' like a wash and dry 

And I be speakin' to my P.O with a serious lie 

You know the Matador 

The replican, the guillotine 

The money, the dope 

Homie, the triple beam 

Melody's soft but is heavy as weights 

We got the snottiest freaks 

With the sexiest face 

You better poka-bang-bang 

A chica-chica-chill 

A tumble down the hill 

Like Jack and Jill 

We say spin around broke witch 

Bust a ballerina 

I pro blow when Mark with Marina 

It's time 

Tiga I was bred to grind 

'N your zodiac sign 

N' up in the minds 

Man, the killa whale of hell 

Yell, strikin' down bail 

Wet you with the water 

Smack you with my tail 

Shit, 

I'm shippin' birds over seas 

...(?) 

The number one Pisces 

Shit, 

It's me