Artist: C-bo featuring E-40
Album: The Best of C-bo
Song: Birds in the Kitchen [radio]
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Chorus
(C-bo)
We cook the birds in the kitchen uhh uhh yea this one’s for the money
We cook the birds in the kitchen uhhhhh this one’s for the money
We cook the birds in the kitchen uhh this one’s for the money
We cook the birds in the kitchen this one’s for the money

Verse 1
(C-bo)
I stepped out the house about noon on a hot sunny day
The sixteenth of june backed out of my driveway
About to get in traffic then I thought back
When I wasn’t having it so I’m giving thanks to my m G big ikey
And I dump slugs on the fools that don’t like me
Check my bank stacks now back to reality
See I’m on white and gold danks not ralley’s not killa cali
I’m where the houses be hanging on the cliffs
Over looking the ocean three wheel motion
Coasting down 23rd smoking herb trying to perv
On some gin and juice shook up with some thunderbird
I you know the c.o.w.b.o.y.
Can’t kick it I hits bicket for a meal ticket
I breaks them off like it’s a mill
Watch college football cracking helmits running charles white ya’ll
Know the deal feel me and if you don’t after this
You can kill me I’m on a mission to make the world say
He’s the best I’m the pound like major best
Dropping styles like human best
I had my foot in the door for only two years
And I’m kicking up more dust than zoolo
Trial year so bring it up the rear
And run’em out the front
And when they come out high like the blunt

Chorus 2x
(C-bo)
Cuz I’ll be standing in the palms itiching
While my chef cook bout a quarter chicken
(E-40)
Hoping the federales don’t raid
Cuz all a hustler wanna do is get paid

Verse 2
(C-bo)
So if your down if it’s 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 that’s too high
Independent how many it’s only ten when we bomb
Get’s my mail on it’s a day when they staying away
From us getting they tail on
Straight g’z burst out the trees
Cuz I’m trying to get my mail on
Trying to move the heck on I’m 95 front on kicks top notch chicks
Fools that I never knew are on my tip it’s 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 I’m busting a cap they closed business
It’s that six ness and my bones are keeping me in that zone
I steady flowing but you ain’t 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 I’ll be standing in the palms itiching
While my chef cook bout a quarter chicken
(E-40)
Hoping the federales don’t raid
Cuz all a hustler wanna do is get paid

Verse 3
(C-bo)
I grabbed the duffle bag about to get my mayo
Mo 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 g’z I never liked being broke
I rather slang yo and make a cash flow
Uhh I used to floss on the block with the og’z
Now everytime I pay the rent it’s 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 tt’s called survival
You got to win to survive or loose to the pen
With an L doing fifty five

Chorus