Представляем точный текст композиции "Rock Up My Birdie" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Click (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Rock Up My Birdie» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Click (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Click (The) - "Rock Up My Birdie"
Lyrics to Rock Up My Birdie : [The Click talking] Alright, alright Im tight, Im tight All day, all day [Hook] Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If the funk jump then my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot Dont let that shit jump, my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If that shit jump then my stapler will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot Dont let that shit jump, my pistol will pop [B-Legit] Straight up on some swirve, like pump I got my shit tight Mobbin in the Chevy, four deep after midnight And just because Im rappin nigga aint shit changed Im still slangin thangs nigga deep in this game My homies like to fork, them fools like to ride My homie got the Tommy out the passenger side About to let em fly cause its another season And niggas let them ho punk bitches be the reason [E-40] Niggas on the roof, bulletproofs and straps Posted on the corner, walkie-talkies and booby traps Ready for whatever, we can get it on In any type of weather, ya know we fuck them domes [B-Legit] Them choppers will chop, niggas slippin down ya block Funkin out her hand, you wouldnt understand [E-40] Half money half heart, aint nowhere to hide Put yo shit in park, you know these fools will ride [B-Legit] Suicidal if its vital on these streets of mine And niggas pack them gats bustin thirty-two times Business is fine if ya fuckin with me On the spot where a niggas slangs his D [Hook] Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If the funk jump then my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot Dont let that shit jump, my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If that shit jump then my stapler will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot And if that shit jump... [B-Legit] Testin one, two a nigga sold a few of those kis Broke em down to boulders, stacked a few of those Gs My bitch was the check, my set was the year [E-40] A nigga had hills, meals And about eleven thousand dollars worth of bills [B-Legit] I was posted at the spot smokin doja Just put the rumble in my 68 Nova [E-40] But what about me [B-Legit] Fool you cant get with it [E-40] But what about me [B-Legit] Fool my crew is Sick Wid It Boom-shaka-laka, its the big blocker Three ninety six, I get rubber and fit punk bitch And Im a bomb smokin zipper holdin pistol packin In my lap cause its Gs that a niggas stackin Mackin is my game, Legit is my name And if ya aint careful ho Ya pockets are drained so What else ya wanna know about this playa Dope rhyme sayer, my mail weigh longer than theirs That shit is gettin funky and them fools wanna bust caps But motherfucker aint no money in that You need to lose that strap and go from the shoulders Cause shit gon get funky with this soldier [Hook] Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If the funk jump then my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot Dont let that shit jump or my Reuger will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If that shit jump then my stapler might pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot Please dont let it funk... [D-Shot] First I flipped the Vette, then came the Lex I swept up thirty thangs to get the whip got me blessed Eighteen and older, money gets me over Sixteen years old with two straps on my shoulder A real Hillside hog, leavin em fucked in the fog Nigga you cant fade me Im ya top notch dog How can ya figure that D-Shot will sliver Nigga run up on me then I gots to split ya [E-40] Split ya, no shit and no white for sale Man Ima rob that nigga, let the buzzer be the bell Cause I aint fixin to suck up to none Punk now that not even in my plan Dry as the fuck and Im the only one left in the yo-yo Seven houses down, cross street dashboard, broken down Pinto Black screens, high school prom queens Smoked out, shriveled up as dope fiends [B-Legit] Heckyls my, Jekylls me sweatin me Just like the task, them motherfuckers had my ass Wont be able to serve niggas for the one forty Give me thrirty, rock up my birdie [Hook to fade] Rock up my birdie on the D-spot And if that shit jump then my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot Please dont let it jump...itll pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If that funk jump then my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot Please dont let it funk my chop-chop will pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If the funk jump then my brownie might pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot If the funk jump then my uh...itll pop Rock up my birdie on the D-spot [ Rock Up My Birdie Lyrics ]
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