[Intro]
Free Nick Bruno
ConCreatures
Inglés
Bows and bricks (Chh)
It's all bad, yeah

[Chorus]
Birds of a feather flock together and you wingin' it
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Quick, a twenty-eight by thirty-six
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Birds of a feather flock together and you wingin' it
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Thirty-six for the birds and I need a brick
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick

[Verse 1]
Blocks, I p-p-push it real good
In that salt-and-pepper Chevy with them woofers and them subs
On them spinderellas, I can hit the Kenwood
Remote and change the channel while I'm breakin' down the bud
Smokin' a perfecto, drinkin' on the bud
Finna roll another rello up and take it to the lungs
Pedaling that rego, racing through the slums
Pedal to the metal in a race against time
With nowhere to go but up, Bo on [?]
'Cause you damned if you do, I'm headin' nowhere fast
And you damned if you don't, slow your role, young man
'Fore you crash and you burn, I can't hold your hand
Through this shit and returns, better know your ledge
Knowledge is the key to success, it's all in your head
Yeah, to be or not to be, if you can see what I can see
As far as the eye can see, narcotic [?] and them
[Chorus]
Birds of a feather flock together and you wingin' it
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Quick, a twenty-eight by thirty-six
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Birds of a feather flock together and you wingin' it
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Thirty-six for the birds and I need a brick
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick

[Verse 2]
Got 'em for twenty-five, get 'em for seventeen
How he expect to fly if he don't ever spread his wings?
Four-five Desert Eagle with the beam
He talk fly, shoot him out the sky, clip his wings
Over a bird of 'caine, run up in your bird nest
Put 'em in your bird brain and your bird chest
Over that pack, what's the sense of putting
All of your eggs in one basket if they don't hatch?
Mother Goose and the old lady who lived in a shoe
Linin' all my ducks in a row—duck duck goose
Red Bull and Grey Goose mixed with champagne
What's good for the goose is good for the gander
Where they let 'em fly and throw bullets instead of tantrums
In the hood, on the stoop, where them pigeons landed
Got them fruit loops, Toucan Sam
And put your ass six feet like the old Jordan Jams 'cause
[Chorus]
Birds of a feather flock together and you wingin' it
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Quick, a twenty-eight by thirty-six
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Birds of a feather flock together and you wingin' it
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick
Thirty-six for the birds and I need a brick
Man, this shit is for the birds and I need a brick