want to see your hands Deliver me From a sea of questions Do you like birds Do you like real big birds Do you like great big birds This is the biggest bird
Do you drive platinum cars? Do you pull platinum stars? Do you write platinum bars? Platinum teeth, inside your jaws Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish Gold is gold
lames big cuffin their jeans and their bitches I be cookin these bird assholes, running circles around em, they rotisserie chickens Love got a shovel in her hand I see you digging strike gold
Thinkin' that they can stand with this, sheeyit I thought somebody told you, boy Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys You're fuckin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
still where you pump at B. Sigel, M. Bleek, niggas can't front that Ayo nigga who want that, not a soul First week, no video, went gold bases loaded,
the word, I'll send him a bird To put 10 in him and finish him, it's business ya heard See we flossin' on another level, bossin' on another level Rose gold
choppers releasin Lettin' out them optimo demons screamin' red demon From the uptown region and I'm here to represent it Benz I'm spittin all black with a camafaluge ?? Seven gold
b'more and wu tang, new thang Mad at how we do thangs, rza cop me two fangs Official, now I bite through gristle Gold teeth style in from philly to stanton
this money come up short? What? You sniffed a half a quart? Dart designer, emblem blow, seat recliner, rewind Black caught an old timer, gold miner Spread love to golden
Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable Take you out like Saafir took out Casual So check the milk that Jersey made I turn artistic children bilingual On parallel bars
shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw They were new millennium but Euclidian in form ancient in many ways but not nearly as old Carved from Egyptian gold
cheddar [Chorus] Who you drive? Platinum cars Who you pull? Platinum stars Who you write? Platinum bars Platinum teeth, inside yo jaws Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist Platinum toilet to take a ish Gold
gotta war for oil, a war for gold A war for money and a war for souls A war on terror, a war on drugs A war on kindness, a war on hugs A war on birds
Dre stitch you back HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll admit to that But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that 12 bars for that bitch
he pretend Mad at me 'cause Olivia got a new boyfriend It seems ya little rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds
Sing a song of sad young man Glasses full of rye All the news is bad again so Kiss your dreams goodbye All the sad young men Sitting in the bars Knowing
Like A Prisoner Cut Loose In The Distance I Can't Believe My Eyes But You're Running For Me Too. Verse Two Like A Bird In A Guilded Cage Bars Of Gold
