Birds, they're walking all around Birds, they're making little sounds Have you seen any birds today I will blow those birds away Birds, birds, birds,
Tłumaczenie: Blue Dogs. Ptaki.
few female stars or two And a blue light, ***, move like Mike, *** Not to be f***** with Mother*** better duck quick 'Cause me and my dogs love to buck
thru school u can catch me wit my tool Smashin with that magnum n the red white n blue They ask me for money Tryna bribe me and all They let them dogs
collapse When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
[the game] L.A.X niggas... yeahhh... Y'all know who the fuck I am... I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear, Disappear in thin air, there go Game
it all gota gotta lot of beef but we'll kill'em all body piling up blame it on my dogs lota money lota buns i'll make'em all blue and white jays
God said, "Let us make man in our image According to our likeness Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea Over the birds of the air, over the
't seein' Jack, shit Aiiyo, speak the truth Too short to let it hurt, some talk dirt And be the first slangin' hertz Freestylin' of the hum of the birds
Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate So Hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face
easy street All the boys in their blue suits are lying in the heat You got no reaction, coming down my hall You had no attraction for anyone at all All the dogs
white trash And if that ain't country I'll kiss your ass If that ain't country... I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes concerning the great speckled bird
back, that ass, crazy fat She bump and grindin', makin' it clap Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that? When you know how my dogs like to chase
Sad, blue, the world is upside down And birds fly backwards Cats, dogs, fall first upon the ground And birds fly backwards Packed bags in the hallway
One for the little-bitty baby That's born, born, born in bethlehem Hey hey, my lord and lord, I'm a-gonna buy three little blue birds One for to weep
roamin sandals Women so hot they aught to have handles Fireworks on the fourth of July Baseball, Hot dogs, apple pie Take off you're T-Tops off your T-bird Cut off your blue
