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 p y***ain't worth the ramada (uh
oh) anyway your friend looks hotter (uh
oh) game is somethin' we got a lot 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 s t**Ya'll
make me sick go, home and fu n'***babysit My
big dogs don't love this King
kirk b h***get, a brush and, scrub this (right) Repeat

1 Yo

chill, cousin these, birds is I'll 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 s t**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 a 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 b h***a pigeon Hey

yo I, got two nuts b h***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
b s*****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 a blow**, at night Throw
a ripped dolla at her tell, her put that on her depraved a 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 s t**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