Testi:
Burning Heads Little Bird

I don't know what I like I don't even know what I want Like a little bird who can't seem to fly like a little bird

same s**t that got us here [Outlawz] Yo, to every step I take, every foul I make Every jail I break, every mill' I ate Head to head, whoever hustle

love woman Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch down,

tag my name upon your window pane stained the mind: a deep shade of residue voices within the head make choices multiple multiply Spawn, Slug a little

around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads and thought of you, a little stinger My shit'll

who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie Who departed life just a little too soon and didn't see me grab the Plug Tune fame As we go a little

You making me All the money I can burn [Bash:] Gotta get that money, honey Gotta get that feri, baby [Kia:] You making me All the money I can burn [Bash

] Now what you gonna do fool What the fuck you got to say What about the other day When head banging the fucking bitches Fucked up with the bird, but

my dirty drawers Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants hang Beanie on my head just to cover up