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?      (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 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