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[Tony D] At first you might have thought this was a song from the Blackbyrds Nope.. it`s a song about crack birds The way they conduct themselves is absurd I`m talkin about the feather crested wheezy woolie bird Her body - is shriveled up like a prune She`s always chirpin that same ol` tune On a mission, just to get a shoulder boulder A bump, a pellet, so yo, I told her to wise up - get your pants sized up! Stop walkin around, with your eyes shut It seems to me that you don`t care if you have dirty knees (yeah I know why) "you got the birdie disease"
[Chorus] {*scratching "You got it!" 3X*} "You got the birdie disease" {*scratching "You got it!" 3X*} "You got the birdie disease"
[Tony D] Lips for dips, dips for lips While she`s rubbin the T.D., you ease the hips cause she don`t care, she`ll let you wax that ass As long as her purple lips are on that glass Cause she`s a friendship bird, don`t confuse it with a bug A friendship bird, knows how to thoroughly search a rug for a pebble, they know is not there She`s fiendin for more so she leaves she don`t care cause she`s off.. on a brand new mission To search the couch and perhaps your seat cushion She comes up with a nickel a penny and a quarter That`s thirty-one cents, maybe more and she can order a pellet, to burn it and smell it Anything you had - she`ll try to sell it Cause she`s fiendin, she`s moanin, she`s cryin She`s beggin you please (but yo) "you got the birdie disease"
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[Tony D] Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of crack That`s not where it`s at, stop livin like that On the hunt - stop tryin to be a stunt If the jimmy was a (??) you`d smoke the blunts So yo G, keep your eyes on your J-E-E-P So don`t S-L-E-E-P Or you might be E-S-O-R or a Y Go to the third eye with a bird eye, you gotta watch your back Because the duck-billed platypus is known to quack in crack Light as a feather she could blow away with the slightest of a breeze "you got the birdie disease"
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[Tony D] Last verse is the curse of the worst in history I`m gonna quench your thirst with a mystery Surroundin the subject is a fine specimen The wheezy woozy bird gets the best of them Never an (?) bird although they can be ruthless It`s hard for them to whistle cause they mouths is toothless Bunions on they feet from her feather-crested hair Dude there`s nothin in the world, you could compare to the smell of a skunk, kickin up funk Pushin a shoppin cart full of junk I wish they could put an end to this sleeze and tell them, yo "you got the birdie disease"
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