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
Y’all make me sick, go home and fuckin’ babysit
My big dogs don’t love this
King kirk bitch, get a brush, and scrub this

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

ALL TIME CLASSIC.

SAFE, SAFE.