He's a Bird, He's a Plane

The Dope house, got it snowin' in the summer Drug runner, fuck the, "I'm-a gonna wanna" Fast learner, attack like piranhas My next big hit's called, "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba" I smoke her 'cuz I love her, bought a Danny Glover Now I'm burnin' rubber in somebody Baby Mother From the gutter diggin' in your trash can Fuckin' with my niggas, it'll be your last dance I came up off the cut, buyin' 'Lacs and trophy trucks The only thing I sell is submersible products My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush I'm-a keep a smile, I was born the crack child Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion Pronounce him dead by four p.m., call me Los Kevorkian Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane In Hillwood, we didn't have many choices I'm hearin' noises, outside I hear voices The Coys is a family who didn't have much Except the love of a single Mother's touch The lust of money, had me slangin' cane and weed I was first on the block and last to leave Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game Breakin' cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Dran Lift my name against my pain is used To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like Shit's the same born loser, V-12 cruiser I opened up a store for the common drug user Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken Some of you ain't livin', fuckin' with the unforgiven I'm wishin' I could hug those dead or in prison They go to jail or hell just because it's free admission, man Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven Got a fiend on the pipe and arrested him for resin Fuckin' pigs want me so bad, they can taste it But you bitches gonna have to settle for a base head 'Cuz I don't slip, broke quicker than a ship Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick Backstreet legends, the World feel my presence I'm the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas You can keep the Lexus 'cuz I bought two Benzes On the microphone I break you off with one sentence Stay aware for what's out there, I smell hate all in the air They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player A very rare breed, almost extinct The way I walk, the way I think, the shit I wear, the shit I drink The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit I'm loco, fuck any player hatin' joto You ain't got no love for me? I ain't got no love tan poco Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane Some do it for the money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S P M, he's a bird, he's a plane