C-Bo - Birds in the Kitchen (feat. E-40) (1995) (Produced by Mike Mosley)


: C-Bo - Tales From The Crypt (1995)



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[Chorus]
We cook the birds in the kitchen uhh uhh
Yeah this ones for the money
We cook birds in the kitchen
Uh, this ones for the money
We cook the birds in the kitchen
Uh, this ones for the money
We cook the birds in the kitchen
This ones for the money

[Verse 1]
I stepped out the house about noon
On a hot sunny day, the sixteenth of June
Backed out my driveway, about to get in traffic
Glanced at my pad and thought back when I didn't have shit
So Im giving thanks to my N-G Big Ikey
And I grab my nuts on them fools that dont like me
Check my bank stacks, now back to reality
See Im on white and gold Daytons, not Rally's, not killa cali
Im where the houses be hanging on the cliffs
Overlooking the ocean, three wheel motion
Coasting down 23rd, smoking herb, kinda perked
Off some gin and juice, shook up with some thunderbird
Hi, you know the C-O-W-B-O-Y
Cant kick it, I hits wicked for a meal ticket
I breaks them off like its a mill, watch college football
Cracking helmets running Charles White yall
Know the deal, feel me
And if you dont after this, you can kill me
Im on a mission to make the world say "Hes the best"
Im on the pound like major best, dropping styles like human best
I had my foot in the door for only two years
And Im kicking up more dust than the Zulu tribe with spears
So bring up the rear and runem out the front
And when they come out high like the blunt

Chorus 2x
(C-bo)
Cuz Ill be standing in the
Palms itiching
While my chef cook bout a quarter chicken
(E-40)
Hoping the federales dont raid
Cuz all a hustler wanna do is get paid

Verse 2
(C-bo)
So if your down if its dope I swing
Silly sucker em bring a
Million copies like when Whitney sings
You know the deal is that G
From realer than real
Popping bomb kills so they tent at the door
And feel uhhhh
I gets hot like dry ice
They calling me bob barker cuz the price is right
17 5 thats too high
Independent how many
Its only ten when we bomb
Gets my mail on
Its a day when they staying away from us getting they tail on
Straight gz burst out the trees cuz Im trying to get my mail on
Trying to move the heck on
Im 95 front on kicks top notch chicks
Fools that I never knew are on my tip
Its on mobile phone
Phat grown
Foes and coupes full of juke with phat homes
That is why I got to keep my distance
Keeping a strap on my lap and Im busting a cap they closed business
Its that six ness
And my bones are keeping me in that zone
I steady flowing but you aint knowing
Because you trick hoeing
Best to come quick fool becuz I kicks it
From all hair perms to curls to the afrolistic

Chorus
(C-bo)
Cuz Ill be standing in the
Palms itiching
While my chef cook bout a quarter chicken
(E-40)
Hoping the federales dont raid
Cuz all a hustler wanna do is get paid

Verse 3
(C-bo)
I grabbed the duffle bag about to get my mayo
M* strapped than the white boys at waco
Hopped in the ten tail
8 50 benz on my cellphone chipped
Hustling looking out for the pd
You know the enemy yelling freeze
Trying to take all my gz
I never liked being broke
I rather slang yo and make a cash flow
Uhh
I used to floss on the block with the ogz
Now everytime I pay the rent its foty fo keys
The main gang slanger in your neighborhood
That always thought the days would never become this good
Got the plug ten in the drop
I stopped some birds own wings and flying lot
Its called survival
You got to win to survive
Or loose to the pen with an L doing fifty five

Chorus