no pigeons

• sporty thievez isimli grubun tlc'nin parasız ve tembel erkeklere ayar veren şarkısı no scrubs'a karşılık verdiği şarkı.
  
  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?
  
  (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
  
  (uh oh) cause i don't want no pigeons
  them be them girls who gets no doves 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)
  
  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 ship 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 drawers 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 is 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 your train pass
  
  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!