* rereleased - originally on hot 97 fm and "white label" vinyl



Nada, franchise

Nada, shotcallers

Yeah, sporty thievz, sporty thievz

Uh huh, nada



A pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by

My rimmed up blue, brand new sparklin' five

Her feet hurt so you know she want a ride

But she frontin' like she can't say hi

What?



1 - (uh oh) ya'll chicks ain't gettin' nada

(uh oh) your pussy ain't worth the ramada

(uh oh) anyway your friend looks hotter

(uh oh) game is somethin' we got alot a



2 - (uh oh) cause i don't want no pigeons

Them be them girls who gets no dubs from me

Playin' the bar dumb broke wit her best friend's coat

Tryin' to holler at me



I don't want no pigeons

Them be them girls who gets no dubs from me

Playin' the bar dumb broke wit her best friend's coat

Tryin' to holler at me



In the front of the club i see this girl like, "yo love"

Thought she said thug but she called me a scrub

Scrub? what? she musta talk me a joke

Broke pigeonhead freak, you lucky i spoke

This ain't my benz there, it's my man's, yeah

But this ain't my car like that ain't your hair

(uh-oh) pigeon, take them fake jewels off

(uh-oh) pigeon, take your friend's shoes off

(uh-oh) pigeon, the hell with that crazy shit

Ya'll make me sick, go home and fuckin' babysit

My big dogs don't love this

King kirk bitch, get a brush, and scrub this (right)



Repeat 1



Yo, chill cousin, these birds is ill cousin

Cause they call me scrub like we can't even bill cousin

Trick ronald's, you ain't worth the mcdonalds

Throw you on the street team, make you shit vinyls

Hey yo flex, shorty tried to flash me wrong

How she gonna wear sandals wit nasty corns?

That be wrong

I wonder how you get hearts

In dirty victoria draws with the skidmarks

Uh, ya flat ass gets enough laughs

Take it to the salon, pluck ya mustache

So next time you shotgun, and that hoe bitchin'

Hittin' you a scrub, call that bitch a pigeon



Hey yo, i got two nuts bitch, choose a ball

You only walk pigeon-toed cause ya shoes are small

You don't shop, you just cruise the mall

No dough, with lee press-ons

Frontin' with ya girlsfriend dress on

You birds wanna take over?

Get some cash and a jenny jones makeover

Broke bitches, i hate pigeons

Dirty braid pigeons, medicaid pigeons, section eight pigeons

Got me fed, burned i tell these birds shutup

And how my left ear be double her whole getup

Go ahead with your lame ass, blow at night

Throw a ripped dolla at her, tell her put that on her depraved ass



If you got more than one baby father

Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you

If you strip all week to go clubbin'

Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you

Buy a dress to front and take it back to the store

Oh yes girl, we's talkin to you

Wanna smoke wit me, wit no money

Oh no, i don't want no



No pigeons

No pigeons



(dj rhude)

Greet your highness, queen's finest

Gleam shin as three clip street fighters

Deep dish jeep riders

Outlandish in they expanded rover

Passenger in my own whip, yeah that's my chauffer

I rap for ya, that's my culture

When i holla holla like ja rule

You in a trance from the god's jewels

Glance at my car, drool

Grand like the concourse

Wonderin' damn, how much the car cost?

Ya just another fan, applause, encores

And when i fly through world tours on concords

Don't need no chicken drippin, save that for lipton

No scrubs here, strictly mo' thugs, dear

Check the listings, no pigeons

Flat broke chicks, out to get rich off the next bro's shit

Instead of tlc, you give us brotha's b.i.g. trouble

We're just sporty thievz, huddle game with the illest rebuttal



Repeat 1



Repeat 2



No pigeons

No pigeons

No pigeons


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