Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood

Like everybody from the hood is up to no good

You think all the girls around here are trickin'

Up there lookin' like Superchicken At night I see your light through my bedroom window

But I ain't got *** but the pad and pencil

I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday"

I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force

But we don't want you, standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher

So fly like an eagle but don't follow us wherever we go

The *** that I'm saying, make sure it's heard

Mother*** you and your punk-ass ghetto bird Run, run, run from the ghetto bird

Run, run, run from the ghetto bird Now, my homies here to lick on a trick for a Rolex

And let me try the four next

Now the four I was driving is hotter than July

Looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom

Calling all cars, I think we've got 'em

I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood

I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts

Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops

Wish I had a genie with about three wishes

Metal flake green on D's, I look suspicious You know that I'm running, ***, I hear it humming

***, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a plane? No

I hit me a right on El Segundo

Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala Let's see if they would follow

Me, hit a fence, hit a fence and another

Met me a baby pitbull and his mother

Ran up in some people's house and looked out of the window I wish it was my ten-four

Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third

'Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird Just put his hat, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on

He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour

With the police chasing him, they're not gonna be real happy

When they catch up with him, no matter what, but the

They hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse Officer Bird's on his way and I don't wanna see him

Could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?

See, I didn't want to gank you

But don't make me bank you, thank you Tried to get to the hood, and you might guess

That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus

Incognito, Ghetto Eagle

Saying, "***, where did he go?" I bust me a left from Rubellon

Parked the 735 and I'm bailin'

Went to my home girl's house and got a hug man

She helped me run like Harriet Tubman Looked out the window by the black bed

I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed

Then the light from the bird hit me in the face

I close the blinds 'cause I didn't wanna catch a case All that night, I heard the bird circle

While I was eating fish and watching Urkel

She said I could sleep on the couch

By two a.m. I was digging her out, *** the ghetto bird Which way is he going now?

Okay, now, now he's, he's actually Southbound on a service street

And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here

And figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on

The sheriffs are, are, well I know that sheriffs ground units got thrown off Mother*** you and your punk-ass ghetto bird