Birds With No Wings

[Verse 1] You sober up punk, I do it high I'm ridin' the wave in the shotgun alive Baby you turnin' me on and when you turnin' me off I think you better take some lessons yeah, from Diana Ross I'm shippin' birds with no wings all over seas And other people cop 'em at the hottest degrees I keep money for bail because I never liked jail And I study A-plus student at Yale They say, "Andre Nickatina, your emcee number seven" Smokin' weed up in heaven, born on 3/11 Tigas and gods, liquor and bomb I look to my path like the holy Quran I'm shippin' birds with no wing all over seas I put em where they never heard raps like these I rhyme like calico cats, and two gold gats Now what motherfucker think he fucking with that? I be the special shish kabob on the grill with all steaks Call me a Mac truck with no brakes Or better yet a chef that love to bake cakes And get into anybody in any other state Grand wizard baby, take a look at what I done We used to sex in your basement now I'm number one With no desire I'm throwing gasoline on the fire I don't like your record store if you're not a buyer Spin cycle, it's somethin' like a wash and dry And I be speaking to my P.O with a serious lie You know the matador, the replicon, the guillotine The money, the dope, homie, the triple beam Melody's soft but is heavy as weights We got the snottiest freaks with the sexiest face You better poka-bang-bang a chica-chica-chill A tumble down the hill like Jack and Jill We say spin around broke witch, bust a ballerina I pro blow when Mark with Marina It's time, tiga I was bred to grind And your zodiac sign ain't nothing to mind Man, the killa whale of hell, yell, strikin' down bail Wet you with the water, smack you with my tail Shit, I'm shipping birds overseas With no wings The number one Pisces Shit, it's me