Bird on a Wire (feat. Bronson Action Bam Bam)

La musica de Harry Fraud Smoke something, biatch! Blow a kiss to my dick, wash my body with the sponge Feed me Fla-vor-ices, put the chronic in my lungs Tailor me a leather suit, on some Jodeci shit Bi-coastal man, we both will be rich Leave the party with your daughter (little Debra) In the morning do karate in the water Hear sounds of samurais Rockin shorts in the winter don't fuck with splinters (rats) Roll with sinners — A bunch of winners, catered lunch and dinners Why my drug jar look so empty? Drop a hook and then I'll probably cop an M3 Long knife ('chete), that's in the event Somebody try to get me then to Heaven they'll be sent Oh, off the strength, caviar and Porsche taste All the beans are gettin' Boston baked On thin ice, I skate across the lake With the CCM tacks, my feet are like Cassius Smoke premium cabbage Yo we 80, 000 shopping malls but we ain't browsin' Poppin' hood in Transco Towers Prowler prowling Gucci towels and bathroom vials Nouns, owls, Aston Martins Sparkin' one in valet parkin', loan sharkin' Hopin' that my days-don't-get-darkened Cheetah skin outside the parka Propaganda propels us – ostrich feathers Security guards with 9 berettas, pullin' up Volkswagen jettas Causin' storms in sunny weather, in sunny whether, in sunny weather Hopin' that my days get, hopin', hopin' days get, days get better