do the birds do all the flying It could be me Taking everything silent, the weather is warmer Good place to be Why, oh, why do the bees need a bee keeper
do the birds Do all the flying It could be me Taking everything southern The weather is warmer Good place to be Why, oh why do the bees Need a beekeeper
Fordítás: Bird és Bee. A madarak és a méhek.
to Benz From Benz to Jag on twenty-three inch rims From crack to macs from broke to sacks From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats From stamps
As the truth bought a suit and a tie The cat loves the mouse, the mouse loves the cheese The bees love the birds, the birds love those bees The bee
Ha) Crackheads got bikes and pistols now run up on that crackhead and fight the pistol This is the street Nigguh eat where the bird don't tweet the birds grow cheap and
', questin', addressin' All minds that's hectic, no place to be North Star trilogy, West Coast Killa Bee Killa Bee, Killa Bee Killa Bee, Killa Bee, Killa Bee
and the world is full of love Everything I feel is coming from above Feelin' the amazing flow Of centuries in the after glow Widow weeds and crows and
Riyadh; Lasses and lads, in Scotch plaids, do it, And, peripatetically, Nomads do it, Let's do it, let's set a date. ALAN In Brooklyn, bees do it, birds
no place to be North Star trilogy, west coast Killa Bee (Killa Who?) Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee [Chorus: RZA
Tang, Killer Bees It's all about Bobby, I'm floatin' in your galaxy You fallin' down a endless tunnel of doom reality Grahically, my Killer Bee family
i am a honey bee shut off from the colony and they won't let me in so i left the hive they took away all my stripes and broke off both my wings so i
Benz from Benz to Jag on twenty-three inch rims from crack to macs from broke to sacks from water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats from stamps
Bees (Its all about Bobby, I'm floatin in your galaxy) You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality Grahically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Kawasaki And when you see me coming through With the vroom vroom vroom That means your bitch ass is doomed So give me room And stand back and hand that
in a tree, Among the birds and the bees, Between bee hive and bird nest, And i think you know the rest, He wanted to be free with them, But they weren't believing, Pecking and
put your hands where i can see! and without sass see, i am your protector and you set off my detectors! 21st! it's glory where bee's can't track the
