Birdz N Tha Beez Lyrics - Dj Quik

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] 

I don't really give a fuck what you think 

I only really give a fuck what you drink 

I'm a bar-tender, car spender, a dick lender, cash spender, ass bender 

A ass spender 

Get it crackin like a bar throw in here 

A whorehouse, got these bitches walkin naked through out the whole house 

What the fuck U think my life is about? 

Bitches hatin 

What the fuck U think that butter knife was about? 

Bitches hatin 

Tell what the fuck this nigga's dick is about 

Do he just be talkin' shit? No I doubt 

He got years of clout 

Like reballin credit line on a Mastercard 

Drived it right between the pussy then I bash the broad 

Then I took it for a minute 

As I punch through my code 

Tehn I waited for the pearls come out 

Loan put on hold, Bankrupt, get ya stank stunk 

Frontin like Pooh bear, I opened up ya cock & hollered sayin 

"Who there?" (Nobody, what?) 

That's nice, little buggers done grew up the be the size of rice 

So I jumped back & grabbed for my coller 

Her pussy appreciated the pennies on the dollar 

Now what the fuck 

If U want the dick get the fuck up 

And stop actin like an old tampon, stuck up 

Give me somethin to get my step on 

Then trek on, what up 

I'll make you bust nuts till I nut up 

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(Chorus 2X) 

The birdz and the beez 

All the forties 

Not with consume, drink up become roomed 

...The fuck up in the room with the door locked (Door locked!) 

Wake up, divorce the bitch, leave'er lookin' for some more cock (More cock!) 

[Verse 2: Hi-C] 

We ride, sweet cock, juicy boo 

Like Crips and Pirus, shit, we goin do 

I fell in the club and hit the dance floor 

Yo' boy got mad cause I dipped with his ho 

Baby had my tootise, returnin' slow 

She was sick got me lookin' for Pepto Bismol 

Chips stackin, jaws smackin, dolla droppa 

Dice shake ya money makin, dolla poppa 

Home wreckin, ho checkin, dick is slow 

Bring me back, cognac from the liquor store 

Bet cha didn't know that yo ho is a freak 

Every week she got something' up in the jaw meat 

And I ain't policy 

Spit it out 

U goin zip my zipper before we get it out 

They wanna be touched by the untouchable click 

Don't hate, participate, y'all sing that shit 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: AMG] 

When I bump on this trouble 

What I'm sipppin' on make it a double 

When I'm wit who, think I'd a hustle 

More money and muscle 

Shake the hooker like a trick up 

Leatehr'n'wood three up off to the good 

When I'm dippin I'm jacky 

When I'm a flippin I'm saggie 

When I'm high I'm a fly guy in the khakis 

Big dick of the day, better ran the man 

When I put in floss mode lookin' for hands 

U scrap gone bad 

Ho wishin ya had 

Knack it up in the pad 

Dick suck and I'm glad 

Neva knew what a ho was 

Checkin yo buzz 

While I'm sittin in a first class digit in the ass 

Nigga, you done lost ya playa pass (strip nigga) 

3 of 4 niggas been ran upon that ass 

Scratch up on the gas of the S5 double 

Like when I said when I bump on this trouble 

Can I ... (oooooh) 

[Chorus Till Fade]