K-POP Lyrics Song

Ice CubeA Bird In The Hand

Say, look at this, I've been cleaning out my nest
And I found an old book of my poetry

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 by rappin' to the nation
But that's 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.
Buth there's no S.C. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I gotta punch the clock

Gotta slave and be half a man
The whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would clock G's
But welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order, please?

Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
'Cuz my son 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 have to 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 douche
A Massingill, what the hell crackers sell in the neighborhood?
To the corner house bitches
Miss Porker, Little Joe and 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 nigga 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
But blacks are too fuckin' 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 a Bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah
Say, look at this, I've been cleaning out my nest
And I found an old book of my poetry

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 by rappin' to the nation
But that's 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.
Buth there's no S.C. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I gotta punch the clock

Gotta slave and be half a man
The whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would clock G's
But welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order, please?

Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
'Cuz my son 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 have to 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 douche
A Massingill, what the hell crackers sell in the neighborhood?
To the corner house bitches
Miss Porker, Little Joe and 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 nigga 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
But blacks are too fuckin' 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 a Bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live, yeah

Ice Cube Search: Ice Cube