Rock Up My Birdie Lyrics
| Song | Rock Up My Birdie |
| Artist | The Click |
| Album | Game Related |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Alright, alright | |
| I'm tight, I'm tight | |
| All day, all day | |
| 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 | |
| Don't let that *************t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| If that *************t jump then my stapler will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| Don't let that *************t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Straight up on some swirve, like pump I got my *************t tight | |
| Mobbin' in the Chevy, four deep after midnight | |
| And just because I'm rappin', *************, ain't *************t changed | |
| I'm still slangin', thangs *************, 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 it's another season | |
| And *************s let them ho punk ******* be the reason | |
| *************s 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 ************* them domes | |
| Them choppers will chop, *************s slippin' down ya block | |
| Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn't understand | |
| Half money half heart, ain't nowhere to hide | |
| Put yo *************t in park, you know these fools will ride | |
| Suicidal if it's vital on these streets of mine | |
| And *************s pack them gats bustin' thirty-two times | |
| Business is fine if ya ******' with me | |
| On the spot where a *************s slangs his D | |
| 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 | |
| Don't let that *************t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| If that *************t jump then my stapler will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| And if that *************t jump | |
| Testin' one, two a ************* sold a few of those ki's | |
| Broke em' down to boulders, stacked a few of those G's | |
| My ************* was the check, my set was the year | |
| A ************* had hills, meals | |
| And about eleven thousand dollars worth of bills | |
| I was posted at the spot smokin' doja | |
| Just put the rumble in my 68 Nova | |
| But what about me | |
| Fool you can't get with it | |
| But what about me | |
| Fool my crew is sick wid it | |
| Boom-shaka-laka, it's the big blocker | |
| Three ninety six, I get rubber and fit punk ************* | |
| And I'm a bomb smokin' zipper holdin' pistol packin' | |
| In my lap cause it's G's that a *************s stackin' | |
| Mackin' is my game, Legit is my name | |
| And if ya ain't careful, ho, ya pockets are drained so | |
| What else ya wanna know about this playa | |
| ****** rhyme sayer, my mail weigh longer than theirs | |
| That *************t is gettin' funky and them fools wanna bust caps | |
| But mother******* ain't no money in that | |
| You need to lose that strap and go from the shoulders | |
| â€~Cause *************t gon' get funky with this soldier | |
| 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 | |
| Don't let that *************t jump or my Reuger will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| If that *************t jump then my stapler might pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| Please don't let it funk | |
| 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' ****** in the fog | |
| ************* you can't fade me I'm ya top notch dog | |
| How can ya figure that D-Shot will sliver | |
| ************* run up on me then I gots to split ya | |
| Split ya, no *************t and no white for sale | |
| Man I'ma rob that *************, let the buzzer be the bell | |
| â€~Cause I ain't fixin' to suck up to none | |
| Punk now that not even in my plan | |
| Dry as the ************* and I'm 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 ****** fiends | |
| Heckyls my, Jekylls me sweatin' me | |
| Just like the task, them mother*******s had my ass | |
| Won't be able to serve *************s for the one forty | |
| Give me thirty, rock up my birdie | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| And if that *************t jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot | |
| Please don't let it jump, it'll 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 don't 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, it'll pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the D-spot |
| Alright, alright | |
| I' m tight, I' m tight | |
| All day, all day | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that t jump then my stapler will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Straight up on some swirve, like pump I got my t tight | |
| Mobbin' in the Chevy, four deep after midnight | |
| And just because I' m rappin', , ain' t t changed | |
| I' m still slangin', thangs , 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 it' s another season | |
| And s let them ho punk be the reason | |
| s on the roof, bulletproofs and straps | |
| Posted on the corner, walkietalkies and booby traps | |
| Ready for whatever, we can get it on | |
| In any type of weather, ya know we them domes | |
| Them choppers will chop, s slippin' down ya block | |
| Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn' t understand | |
| Half money half heart, ain' t nowhere to hide | |
| Put yo t in park, you know these fools will ride | |
| Suicidal if it' s vital on these streets of mine | |
| And s pack them gats bustin' thirtytwo times | |
| Business is fine if ya ' with me | |
| On the spot where a s slangs his D | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that t jump then my stapler will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| And if that t jump | |
| Testin' one, two a sold a few of those ki' s | |
| Broke em' down to boulders, stacked a few of those G' s | |
| My was the check, my set was the year | |
| A had hills, meals | |
| And about eleven thousand dollars worth of bills | |
| I was posted at the spot smokin' doja | |
| Just put the rumble in my 68 Nova | |
| But what about me | |
| Fool you can' t get with it | |
| But what about me | |
| Fool my crew is sick wid it | |
| Boomshakalaka, it' s the big blocker | |
| Three ninety six, I get rubber and fit punk | |
| And I' m a bomb smokin' zipper holdin' pistol packin' | |
| In my lap cause it' s G' s that a s stackin' | |
| Mackin' is my game, Legit is my name | |
| And if ya ain' t careful, ho, ya pockets are drained so | |
| What else ya wanna know about this playa | |
| rhyme sayer, my mail weigh longer than theirs | |
| That t is gettin' funky and them fools wanna bust caps | |
| But mother ain' t no money in that | |
| You need to lose that strap and go from the shoulders | |
| Cause t gon' get funky with this soldier | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump or my Reuger will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that t jump then my stapler might pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Please don' t let it funk | |
| 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' in the fog | |
| you can' t fade me I' m ya top notch dog | |
| How can ya figure that DShot will sliver | |
| run up on me then I gots to split ya | |
| Split ya, no t and no white for sale | |
| Man I' ma rob that , let the buzzer be the bell | |
| Cause I ain' t fixin' to suck up to none | |
| Punk now that not even in my plan | |
| Dry as the and I' m the only one left in the yoyo | |
| Seven houses down, cross street dashboard, broken down Pinto | |
| Black screens, high school prom queens | |
| Smoked out, shriveled up as fiends | |
| Heckyls my, Jekylls me sweatin' me | |
| Just like the task, them mother s had my ass | |
| Won' t be able to serve s for the one forty | |
| Give me thirty, rock up my birdie | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| And if that t jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Please don' t let it jump, it' ll pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Please don' t let it funk my chopchop will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my brownie might pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my, uh, it' ll pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot |
| Alright, alright | |
| I' m tight, I' m tight | |
| All day, all day | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that t jump then my stapler will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Straight up on some swirve, like pump I got my t tight | |
| Mobbin' in the Chevy, four deep after midnight | |
| And just because I' m rappin', , ain' t t changed | |
| I' m still slangin', thangs , 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 it' s another season | |
| And s let them ho punk be the reason | |
| s on the roof, bulletproofs and straps | |
| Posted on the corner, walkietalkies and booby traps | |
| Ready for whatever, we can get it on | |
| In any type of weather, ya know we them domes | |
| Them choppers will chop, s slippin' down ya block | |
| Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn' t understand | |
| Half money half heart, ain' t nowhere to hide | |
| Put yo t in park, you know these fools will ride | |
| Suicidal if it' s vital on these streets of mine | |
| And s pack them gats bustin' thirtytwo times | |
| Business is fine if ya ' with me | |
| On the spot where a s slangs his D | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump, my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that t jump then my stapler will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| And if that t jump | |
| Testin' one, two a sold a few of those ki' s | |
| Broke em' down to boulders, stacked a few of those G' s | |
| My was the check, my set was the year | |
| A had hills, meals | |
| And about eleven thousand dollars worth of bills | |
| I was posted at the spot smokin' doja | |
| Just put the rumble in my 68 Nova | |
| But what about me | |
| Fool you can' t get with it | |
| But what about me | |
| Fool my crew is sick wid it | |
| Boomshakalaka, it' s the big blocker | |
| Three ninety six, I get rubber and fit punk | |
| And I' m a bomb smokin' zipper holdin' pistol packin' | |
| In my lap cause it' s G' s that a s stackin' | |
| Mackin' is my game, Legit is my name | |
| And if ya ain' t careful, ho, ya pockets are drained so | |
| What else ya wanna know about this playa | |
| rhyme sayer, my mail weigh longer than theirs | |
| That t is gettin' funky and them fools wanna bust caps | |
| But mother ain' t no money in that | |
| You need to lose that strap and go from the shoulders | |
| Cause t gon' get funky with this soldier | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Don' t let that t jump or my Reuger will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that t jump then my stapler might pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Please don' t let it funk | |
| 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' in the fog | |
| you can' t fade me I' m ya top notch dog | |
| How can ya figure that DShot will sliver | |
| run up on me then I gots to split ya | |
| Split ya, no t and no white for sale | |
| Man I' ma rob that , let the buzzer be the bell | |
| Cause I ain' t fixin' to suck up to none | |
| Punk now that not even in my plan | |
| Dry as the and I' m the only one left in the yoyo | |
| Seven houses down, cross street dashboard, broken down Pinto | |
| Black screens, high school prom queens | |
| Smoked out, shriveled up as fiends | |
| Heckyls my, Jekylls me sweatin' me | |
| Just like the task, them mother s had my ass | |
| Won' t be able to serve s for the one forty | |
| Give me thirty, rock up my birdie | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| And if that t jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Please don' t let it jump, it' ll pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If that funk jump then my pistol will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| Please don' t let it funk my chopchop will pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my brownie might pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot | |
| If the funk jump then my, uh, it' ll pop | |
| Rock up my birdie on the Dspot |
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