Ice Cube - Ghetto Bird

[Verse 1:]
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood?
Like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin',
Up there lookin' like Super Chicken.
At night I see your light through my bedroom window,
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil,
I can't wait till I hear you say,
"I'm going down, mayday, mayday!" I'm gonna clown
‘Cause every time that the pigs have got me,
Y'all rub it in with the flyin' Nazi.
Military force, but we don't want ya,
Standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher,
"So fly like an eagle."
But don't follow us wherever we go,
The shit that I'm sayin', make sure it's heard,
Mothafuck you and your punk ass ghetto bird!

Run, run, run from the ghetto bird!
Run, run, run from the ghetto bird!

[Verse 2:]
Now, my homey's hit a lick on a trick for a Rolex,
And let me try the fo' next.
Now the fo' I was drivin' was hotter than July,
Looked up and didn't see a ribbon in the sky,
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom.
"Calling all cars, I think we've got ‘em!"
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood,
I think I drove through every single hood,
South Central, Compton and Watts,
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops.
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes,
Metal flake green on D's, I look suspicious,
You know that I'm runnin',
Shit, I hear it hummin',
Fuck, I see it comin'.
Is it a bird? Yup.
Is it a plane? No.
I hit me a right on El Segundo,
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala,
Let's see if they would follow.
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another,
Met me a baby pit bull and his mother,
Ran up in some people's house and looked out of the window,
I wish it was my kinfolk,
Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third,
‘Cause I'm getting' chased by the ghetto bird.

"Just put his hat, err, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on. Err, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Uhm, they're not gonna be real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the, eh, err, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."

[Verse 3:]
Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him,
Could you please give me the keys to the BM?
See, I didn't want to gank you,
But don't make me bank you, thank you.
Tried to get to the hood, and you might guess
That a fool like me done shot Cyrus.
Incognito, ghetto eagle
Sayin', "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Ruthelen, park
The 735 and I'm bailin',
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug, man,
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman.
Looked out the window by the black bed,
I saw the pigs and the fo' on a flatbed,
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face,
I close the blinds ‘cause I didn't wanna catch a case.
All that night, I heard the bird circle
While I was eatin' fish and watchin' Urkel,
She said I could sleep on the couch,
By two A.M. I was diggin' her out.
Fuck the ghetto bird!

— Which way is he going now?
— Okay, now, now he's, he's actually southbound on a surface street, and, uh... Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure out which surface srteet he suddenly turned off on. Uh, the sheriffs are, are... Well, I know that. Sheriffs ground units got thrown off.

Mothafuck you and your punk ass ghetto bird!