Bird Call – Cam’Ron – letras

[Cam’ron] (Spoken)Yo J.R?, they’ve been waitin’ for you dog. they’ve been asking.you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer[JR Writer] (CHORUS)To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglersblock bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglersWhats the word y’all, Flip that herb rawClap……. thats the bird-callIf the cops are comin, get to hop n runninQuick and drop that onion, ain’t no stoppin younginPut away that herb raw, let us know the word whoreClap……..thats the bird-call[JR Writer]i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees litso much water in the order, its just leaving them sea sickbut its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead lipsthey dont know, like im trying to keep her a secretact wrong, chrome, passin me domenext minute, shit im finished, she’ll be flaggin it homebut i always keep a straggler, thats known to boneand run through a lap, faster than marion jonesman listen, i still got them grams flippin tan pitchen,corner to the damn kitchengained a couple fans having made the transitionbut im still in the hood like a transmissionno cat can match me, i’m passin fastly who half as nastyi got it locked from here, all the way to cak-a-lackybut keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffyshit this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me(CHORUS)[Lil’ Wayne]SpokenYeah, I’m ready now)Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they areNiggas gotta pay offSnitches know to see yallIf chickens on the radar, I?m at itCuz I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed offScrape off the platesShake off the flakesDad daddy make all the kit katI gotta lay off the way ya?ll hate me like I?m adolf,But ya?ll cant see me, Ray CharlesI steal whoresI?ll probably take yoursbecause you peel off and I take offGive me no space whatever I want I takes,whatever I need I bleed and seeBitch nigga don?t breathe on the weedI?m fucking with them birdswithout feeding them seeds that?s creed you don?t know about it,full clip how I go about it, full body,hard body, I?m like ya?ll got it yet(CHORUS)[Cam’Ron]SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you funny nigga.)Damn, HomieIn high school you was the man homiethats what a fan told me shiiiitsame old cat, get his Kangol clappedbrains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rapshame on black, the game’s so whackdame sunk some childrenfrom in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred millionbad pimpin pimpin, bad actin doggyygetcha limp on pimpin, if they actin froggytell em back up off me, i come down clappin fortypow thats a badder story, not in my categorymess around, dame held def jam downsupporting my back, jackin and they left their poundsred-neck found, tech tech poundduck duck goose, pump pump shoot,shoot lets get downit may seem petty,but we all turn mean deadlyfor green-fetti,my whole team ready(CHORUS)[JR Writer]this ain’t only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest catsflippin all the harder back, make them catch a heart attackwhen you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clapbut start with he deals, your pa be on chillthe car is DeVille, is real illheart in the grill its far in my millsCruise the city with the semi or the cellyon skinnies like i’m starving my wheels(CHORUS)