Autor: Ice Cube| Naslov: A Bird in the Hand

Anrede
Vorname Nachname
E-Mail
Strasse Hausnr
PLZ / Ort
Land
Geburtstag(TT.MM.JJJJ)
Vorwahl Nummer
Ja, ich möchte auch 180 EUR für eine Empfehlung verdienen, die kostenlose Handy-Karte inkl. 20 EUR Gesprächsguthaben sofort erhalten und jetzt kostenlos und unverbindlich Kundenpartner werden.
Ja, ich möchte 25% Rabatt bei über 27.000 Partnerfirmen des BSW Bonusclub bekomen. Daher möchte ich weitere Informationen zur BSW-Bonuscard erhalten.
Jetzt kostenlos teilnehmen und jede Woche gratis Lotto spielen. Keine versteckten Kosten! Die Teilnahme ist garantiert kostenlos und kann jederzeit widerrufen werden. Die Teilnahmebedingungen und AGB akzeptiere ich.


(Big Bird: Sesame Street)
Hey look at this! I was cleaning out my nest
and I found a book of my old poetry

(Ice Cube)
Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad
gots to get a job cuz I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation
but thats not likely so here's my application
Pass it to the man at AT&T
Cuz when I was in school I got the a. e. e.
But there's no s. e. for this youngsta
I didn't have no money so now I have to hunch the
Back like a slave, thats what be happenin
but whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would boycott, jeez
but welcome to McDonalds can I take your order please
Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer
cuz my baby doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes that you never give me back
what about diapers, bottles, and similac
Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack
for decent shelter and clothes on my back?

Or should I just wait for help from Bush
or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch
a masengel what the hell cracker sale in the neighborhood
To the whorehouse bitches,
Miss porker, little joe or Todd Bridges
Or anybody that he know
so I got me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po' to a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I'm never givin' love again
Cuz blacks are too fuckin broke to be republican
Now I remember I used to be cool
till I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' hired
and your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
but sorry, this is our only room to walk
Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)
tell the politicians, the hustlers: live and let live (yeah)

Print this lyrics :