Rock Up My Birdie - The Click Alright Alright I'm tight 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 sh*t jump my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie On the D spot If that sh*t jump then my stapler will pop Rock up my birdie On the D spot Don't let that sh*t jump my pistol Straight up on some swirve Like pump I got my sh*t tight Mobbin' in the Chevy four deep after midnight And just because I'm rappin' ni**a ain't sh*t changed I'm still slangin' thangs ni**a 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 n**gas let them ho punk b**ches be the reason Niggas 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 f**k them domes Them choppers will chop niggas slippin' down ya block Funkin' out her hand You wouldn't understand Half money half heart Ain't nowhere to hide Put yo sh*t in park You know these fools will ride Suicidal if it's vital on these streets of mine And niggas pack them gats bustin' thirty two times Business is fine If ya f**kin' with me On the spot where a niggas 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 sh*t jump my pistol will pop Rock up my birdie On the D spot If that sh*t jump then my stapler will pop Rock up my birdie On the D spot And if that sh*t jump Testin' one two A ni**a sold a few of those ki's Broke 'em down to boulders stacked a few of those G's My b**ch was the check My set was the year A ni**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 b**ch and I'm Bomb smokin' zipper holdin' pistol packin' In my lap 'Cause it's G's that a niggas 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 D**e rhyme sayer My mail weigh longer than theirs That sh*t is gettin' funky and them fools wanna bust caps But motherf**ker ain't no money in that You need to lose that strap And go from the shoulders 'Cause sh*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 sh*t jump or my reuger will pop Rock up my birdie On the D spot If that sh*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 f**ked in the fog Ni**a you can't fade me I'm ya top notch dog How can ya figure That D Shot will sliver Ni**a run up on me Then I gots to split ya Split ya gets ya No sh*t and no white for sale Man I'ma rob that ni**a 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 f**k 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 d**e fiends Heckyls me Jekylls me sweatin' me Just like the task them motherf**kers had my a** Won't be able to serve niggas for the one forty Give me thirty Rock up my birdie Rock up my birdie On the D spot And if that sh*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