Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Okay, now, now he's, he's actually Southbound on a service street
Met me a baby pitbull and his mother
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
By two a.m. I was digging her out, fuck the ghetto bird
He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour
Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
While I was eating fish and watching Urkel
I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday"
And figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on
All that night, I heard the bird circle
Just put his hat, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on
Fuck, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a plane? No
When they catch up with him, no matter what, but the
Looked out the window by the black bed
They hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse
She said I could sleep on the couch
Up there lookin' like Superchicken
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence and another
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
Now, my homies here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
'Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
Run, run, run from the ghetto bird
Parked the 735 and I'm bailin'
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
Calling all cars, I think we've got 'em
Ran up in some people's house and looked out of the window
Let's see if they would follow
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Run, run, run from the ghetto bird
Now the four I was driving is hotter than July
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
I think I drove through every single hood
That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
And let me try the four next
Which way is he going now?
Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
You know that I'm running, shit, I hear it humming
The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's heard
Looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky
The sheriffs are, are, well I know that sheriffs ground units got thrown off
I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me
South Central, Compton and Watts
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Officer Bird's on his way and I don't wanna see him
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here
I wish it was my ten-four
Metal flake green on D's, I look suspicious
Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
With the police chasing him, they're not gonna be real happy
See, I didn't want to gank you
Went to my home girl's house and got a hug man
I bust me a left from Rubellon
So fly like an eagle but don't follow us wherever we go
But we don't want you, standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
But don't make me bank you, thank you
At night I see your light through my bedroom window
Tried to get to the hood, and you might guess
I close the blinds 'cause I didn't wanna catch a case
