Lyrics He's A Bird, He's A Plane - SPM
The
Dopehouse,
got
it
snowin'
in
the
summer
Drug
runner,
fuck
the
"I'ma
gonna
wanna"
Fast
learner,
attack
like
piranhas
My
next
big
hit's
called
"Hubba,
Hubba,
Hubba"
I
smoke
her
cause
I
love
her
Bought
a
Danny
Glover
Now
I'm
burnin'
rubber
in
somebody
Baby
Mother
From
the
gutter
diggin'
in
your
trash
can
Fuckin'
with
my
niggas
it'll
be
your
last
dance
I
came
up
off
the
cut,
buyin'
'Lacs
and
trophy
trucks
The
only
thing
I
sell
is
submersible
products
My
all-white
Chucks
turn
a
man
into
dust
You
wanna
meet
the
Devil,
ha?
You
in
a
bad
rush
I'ma
keep
a
smile,
I
was
born
the
crack
child
Got
the
rap
game
shinin'
up
my
reptiles
Make
your
ears
ring
when
I
sting
like
a
scorpion
Pronounce
him
dead
by
four
P.M.
Call
me
Los
Kevorkian
Some
do
it
for
the
money
and
fame
He
just
don't
wanna
sell
no
more
'cane
Now
his
flow
is
a
beautiful
thing
S-P-M,
he's
a
bird,
he's
a
plane
In
Hillwood,
we
didn't
have
many
choices
I'm
hearin'
noises,
outside
I
hear
voices
The
Coys
is
a
family
who
didn't
have
much
Except
the
love
of
a
single
Mother's
touch
The
lust
of
money,
had
me
slangin'
cane
and
weed
I
was
first
on
the
block,
and
last
to
leave
Feel
the
rain
as
it
falls
on
this,
tricky
game
Breakin'
cane,
clear
your
sinuses,
like
liquid
Dran...
Lift
my
name
against
my
pain
is
used
To
entertain,
a
simple
thing
in
every
city
seems
like...
Shit's
the
same
Born
loser,
V-12
cruiser
I
opened
up
a
store
for
the
common
drug
user
Thirty-six
eggs,
come
from
one
chicken
Some
of
you
ain't
livin',
fuckin'
with
the
unforgiven
I'm
wishin'
I
could
hug
those
dead
or
in
prison
They
go
to
jail
or
Hell
just
because
it's
free
admission
MAN!
Five
on
the
dot
when
I
hit
the
crack
spot
Thirty
slab
rocks
in
a
little
matchbox
Hoe
ass
cops
hit
the
cut
around
seven
Got
a
fiend
on
the
pipe,
and
arrested
him
for
resin
Fuckin'
pigs
want
me
so
bad,
they
can
taste
it
But
you
bitches
gonna
have
to
settle
for
a
basehead
Cause
I
don't
slip,
broke
quicker
than
a
ship
Wrap
a
platinum
hit,
make
the
police
Captain
sick
Backstreet
legends,
the
World
feel
my
presence
I'm
the
first
man
to
touch
it
when
the
dope
gets
to
Texas
You
can
keep
the
Lexus
cause
I
bought
two
Benzes
On
the
microphone
I
broke
you
off
with
one
sentence
Stay
aware
for
what's
out
there,
I
smell
hate
all
in
the
air
They
asked
me
what
my
race
was,
I
told
them
it
was
player
A
very
rare
breed,
almost
extinct
The
way
I
walk,
the
way
I
think,
The
shit
I
wear,
the
shit
I
drink,
The
way
I
stink,
I
smell
like
fruity
hydroponic
When
haters
see
my
car,
they
turn
around
and
vomit
I'm
loco,
fuck
any
player
hatin'
Joto
You
ain't
got
no
love
for
me?
I
ain't
got
no
love
tan
poco
Album
Time Is Money (Explicit)
1 Boys On Da Cut
2 You Know My Name - (remix)
3 Somethin' I Would Do
4 Don't Let Em FoolYa
5 Hillwood Hustlaz II
6 Medicine
7 Oh My My
8 Twice Last Night
9 Ooh Wee
10 He's A Bird, He's A Plane
11 Throw Away Gats
12 My Feria
13 Burn Us Alive
14 Anything Goes
15 Country Life
16 Time Is Money
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