Using the instrumental what happen to that boy and saying how girls can be more than chickens heads they can be all kinds of birds... Very creative give it a listen prolly one of my most lyrical yet.
Wassup PPL... This is Cal-Wu, hope ya'll folk like my music cuz I do a bit of hip hop, hardcore rap, and nod yo head music all in 1 wit clever word play and metaphors... Thatz all I gotta say, HOLLA... 1 If ya'll like my shit then vote it if ya'll don't vote and leave a message tellin me what ya'll think.
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Story behind the song
Origionally wrote it to the watcher and Hugo was like that'll go better to what happen to that boy and 1 verse from watcher became 3 for this track.
Lyrics
Brrrrr what's yo kind of braud, Brr whatz yo kind of braud, brr thatz my kind of braud, do the call they all flock look at them brauds.
In the back of my brain link to my eyes thru my veins, A dove better known as the game saw the fame and how dynasties fell some regained. Tried to make sense so I switched it up and use my other senses. Through binocular eyes I seen how Chickenheads keep clucking even when pregnant wait til they drop they egg and they'll ask u to make em over easy. Pigeons flutter and flock they always swarm the block petty thieves city vultures always wanting what u got. Wood peckers keep pecking, Swallows well listen to the name u know they don't spit. Jigga said it best, I swear I love em all, but which one will u pick from the long list u'll know by the end of the song, til then do the call.
Brrrrr what's yo kind of braud, Brr whatz yo kind of braud, brr thatz my kind of braud, do the call they all flock look at them brauds.
Crows known for stealing from a friend - friend til the death but the one's to do u in. Vultures they at it again pickin sloppy seconds - even from kin true meaning of keep it in the family. All these peacocks love to shake they tale feathers and peep cock and drop it like itz hot when they get a big cock. Pink feather brauds love to do the flamingo, put 1 leg up and watch how they fuck. Duck's when u get that cold feelin they migrate south for the winter, aquired they names cuz they love to duck - get it. But they ain't got shit on them pelican girls, throats like the grand canyon, neva throw up choke and gag but they keep going & going starting think they ain't birds at all.
Brrrrr what's yo kind of braud, Brr whatz yo kind of braud, brr thatz my kind of braud, do the call they all flock look at them brauds.
Robins are the worst type cuz they'll put up an image so u can trust em, til they robin u right out of yo drawz. Church girls better known as cranes look at em they kneel when they prey. Sometimes they fowl don't wanna give a nigga play. Game don't stop there I saw a Raven Simone my niggaz turned to Edgar Allen Poe Cal-WU neva more, come on niggaz don't ruffle my feathers u know I can do that. My niggaz even a lame duck or an ugly duckling becomes a swan u can ask my cousin Twonn. Every nigga want a do do but haters always go O.W.L Who-who u talking bout. But every nigga should get an ostrich braud, u can do whatever smack her cheat her backpack and leave her - her wings don't work so she can't fly the coop (OH!). What about those ones that get on yo nerves I only have 1 statement "To Kill A Mockingbird" I know ya'll niggaz feel me on that. But what bout them road runners chase em down like we Wiley Coyote and they give the run around or even worst the ACME treatment, better known to us all as - Anvil our hopes saying, I gotta stay fly and u know u can't afford this.
