Ice Cube A Bird in The Hand LYRICS Lyrics | 新更新的歌词

[Big Bird: Sesame Street]
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest

and I found a book of my old poetry

[Ice Cube]
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad

gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad

Wish I got paid like I was rappin’ to the nation

but thats not likely, so here’s my application

Pass it to the man at AT&T

Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.

But there’s no s. e. for this youngsta

I didn’t have no money so now I have to hunch the

Back like a slave, thats what be happenin

but whitey says there’s no room for the African

Always knew that I would boycott, jeez

but welcome to McDonalds can I take your order please

Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer

cuz my baby doesn’t take no for an answer

Now I pay taxes that you never give me back

what about diapers, bottles, and similac

Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack

for decent shelter and clothes on my back?

Or should I just wait for help from Bush

or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push

If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch

a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood

To the whorehouse b_tches,

Miss porker, little joe or Todd Bridges

Or anybody that he know

so I got me a bird, better known as a kilo

Now everybody know I went from po’ to a n_gga that got dough

So now you put the feds against me

cause I couldn’t follow the plan of the presidency

I’m never givin’ love again

Cuz blacks are too f_ckin broke to be republican

Now I remember I used to be cool

till I stopped fillin’ out my W-2

Now senators are gettin’ hired

and your plan against the ghetto backfired

So now you got a pep talk

but sorry, this is our only room to walk

Cause we don’t want a drug push

But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

[Big Bird: Sesame Street]
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest

and I found a book of my old poetry

[Ice Cube]
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad

gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad

Wish I got paid like I was rappin’ to the nation

but thats not likely, so here’s my application

Pass it to the man at AT&T

Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.

But there’s no s. e. for this youngsta

I didn’t have no money so now I have to hunch the

Back like a slave, thats what be happenin

but whitey says there’s no room for the African

Always knew that I would boycott, jeez

but welcome to McDonalds can I take your order please

Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer

cuz my baby doesn’t take no for an answer

Now I pay taxes that you never give me back

what about diapers, bottles, and similac

Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack

for decent shelter and clothes on my back?

Or should I just wait for help from Bush

or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push

If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch

a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood

To the whorehouse b_tches,

Miss porker, little joe or Todd Bridges

Or anybody that he know

so I got me a bird, better known as a kilo

Now everybody know I went from po’ to a n_gga that got dough

So now you put the feds against me

cause I couldn’t follow the plan of the presidency

I’m never givin’ love again

Cuz blacks are too f_ckin broke to be republican

Now I remember I used to be cool

till I stopped fillin’ out my W-2

Now senators are gettin’ hired

and your plan against the ghetto backfired

So now you got a pep talk

but sorry, this is our only room to walk

Cause we don’t want a drug push

But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)