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| Sporty Theivz No Pigeons ONada, 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 Concur 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 (Digi' rules) 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 Ran 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 Sugar Ray Every Morning Every morning there's a halo hangin from the corner of my girlfriend's four post bed I know it's not mine but I'll see if I can use it for the weekend or a one-night stand Couldn't understand How to work it out Once again as predicted left my broken heart open and you ripped it out Something's got me reeling Stopped me from believing Turn me around again Said that we can do it Y'know I wanna do it again [Sugar Ray say] Oh........... [Every Morning] Oh................ [Every Morning when I wake up] [Shut the door Ray, don't say a word] Oh....... [She always rights wrongs, she always rights] [Shut the door Ray, Shut the door Ray] Every Morning there's a heartache hanging from the corner of my girlfriend's four-post bed I know it's not mine and I know she thinks she loves me but I never can believe what she said Something so deceiving When you stop believing Turn me around again Said we couldn't do it Y'know I wanna do it again Oh........... [Every Morning] Oh.................. [Every Morning when I wake up] [Shut the door Ray, don't say a word] Oh........... [Every Morning] Oh.......... [Every Morning when I wake up] [Shut the door Ray, shut the door Ray] She always rights the wrongs For me Baby She always rights the wrongs For me Every Morning there's a halo hanging from the corner of my girlfriends four-post bed I know it's not mine but I'll see if I can use it for the weekend or a one-night stand [Shut the door Ray, don't say a word] Every Morning Every Morning when I wake up [Shut the door Ray, shut the door Ray] Every Morning Every Morning [Turn me around again] [Shut the door Ray, don't say a word] Every Morning Every Morning TLC No Scrubs [Chilli] A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fine and is Also known as a buster Always thinkin' about what he wants He just sits on his broke ass So... (no) I don't want your number (no) I don't wanna give you mine and (no) I don't wanna meet you nowhere (no) I don't want none of your time and (no) 1- I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me [Chilli] And a scrub is checkin' me But his game is kinda weak And I know he can not approach me Cause I'm looking like class and he's looking like trash Can't get wit' a deadbeat ass So... (no) I don't want your number (no) I don't wanna give you mine and (no) I don't wanna meet you nowhere (no) I don't want none of your time (no) Repeat 1 If you don't have a car and you're walkin' Oh yes son, I'm talkin' to you You live at home with your mama Oh yes son, I'm talkin' to you You have a shorty buy you don't show love Oh yes son, I'm talkin' to you Wanna get with me with no money Oh no, I don't want no, oh No scrub, no scrub, no no No scrub, no no, no scrub, no no Repeat 1 until fade TLC Unpretty I wish could tie you up in my shoes Make you feel unpretty too I was told I was beautiful But what does that mean to you Look into the mirror who's inside there The one with the long hair Same old me again today (yeah) My outside looks cool My insides are blue Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you I've tried different ways But it's all the same At the end of the day I have myself to blame I'm just trippin Chorus: You can buy your hair if it won't grow You can fix your nose if he says so You can buy all the make up That man can make But if you can't look inside you Find out who am I too Be in the position to make me feel So damn unpretty I'll make you unpretty too Never insecure until I met you Now I'm bein stupid I used to be so cute to me Just a little bit skinny Why do I look to all these things To keep you happy Maybe get rid of you And then I'll get back to me (hey) My outside looks cool My insides are blue Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you I've tried different ways But it's all the same At the end of the dayI have myself to blame Could be I'm trippin Chorus Chorus Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh (oh) Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh (oh) Chorus Chorus Tom Green The Bum Bum Song My bum is on the rail My Bum is on the rail Look at me My bum is on the rail My bum is on the man My Bum is on the man It's alot of fun To put your bum on a man (hee hee hee) My bum is on the step My Bum is on the step Don't fall down the step You might hurt you bum (ahh hah hah...) And that's not very fun If you fall down and hurt you bum I like to put my bum on things It's fun for everyone My bum is on the cheese Bum is on the cheese If I get lucky I'll get a disease My bum is on the Swedish Swedish Swedish Swedish My bum is on the gum My bum is on the gum I can blow a bubble With my bum bum bum My bum is on the ship The battle ship I hope they don't shoot the cannon in my bum (ooh hoo...) And shoot poo all over the place poo poo (hah hah hah...) 'cause that isn't very fun When they shoot a cannon in your bum I like to put my bum on things It's fun for everyone My bum is on the dog My bum is on the cat My bum is on the phone My bum is all alone [sound of crickets] The rail is all alone The man is all alone The Swedish is all alone My bum is all alone One Two Three Four My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone Get the poo off my bum (get the poo off) I need the poo off the bum I got to get the poo off my bum (poo poo) I wanna hear the cannon [call of a loon] No let me hear the cannon [call of a loon] No, no, no No not the loon bum is on the (not the loon) bum is on the (i wanna) bum is on the (i wanna hear the cannon) bum is ohhh... i wanna here the cannon i wanna here the cannon not the loon [sound of cannon] yeah, the cannon now get the poo off my bum i want the poo poo off my- my bum bum i wanna hear the loon the loony loon... Will Smith Miami Verse 1: Will Smith Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Miami, uh, uh South Beach, bringin the heat, uh Haha, can y'all feel that Can y'all feel that Jig it out, uh Here I am in the place where I come let go Miami the base and the sunset glow Everyday like a mardi gras, everybody party all day No work all play, okay So we sip a little something, lay to rest the spill Me an Charlie at the bar runnin up a high bill Nothin less than ill, when we dress to kill Everytime the ladies pass, they be like (Hi Will) Can y'all feel me, all ages and races Real sweet faces Every different nation, Spanish, Haitian, Indian, Jamaican Black, White, Cuban, and Asian I only came for two days of playing But everytime I come I always wind up stayin This the type of town I could spend a few days in Miami the city that keeps the roof blazin Chorus: Party in the city where the heat is on All night, on the beach till the break of dawn Welcome to Miami Bienvenidos a Miami Bouncin in the club where the heat is on All night, on the beach till the break of dawn I'm goin to Miami Welcome to Miami Verse 2: Will Smith Yo I heard the rainstorms ain't nothin to mess with But I can't feel a drip on the strip, it's a trip Ladies half-dressed, fully equipped And they be screamin out, (Will we loved your last hit) So I'm thinkin I'ma scoot me somethin hot In this south-sea merengue melting pot Hottest club in the city, and it's right on the beach Temperature get to ya, it's about to reach Five-hundred degrees In the carribean seas, with the hot mommies Screamin (Ay Papi) Everytime I come to town, they be spottin me In the drop Bentley, ain't no stoppin me So, cash in your dough We flow to this fashion show Pound for pound anywhere you go Yo, ain't no city in the world like this An if you ask how I know I gots ta plead the fifth Chorus Verse 3: Will Smith Don't get me wrong, Chitown got it goin on An New York is the city that we know don't sleep An we all know that L.A. and Philly stay jiggy But on the sneak, Miami bringin heat for real Y'all don't understand I never seen so many Dominican women with cinnamon tans Mira, this is the plan Take a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand Gimmie your hand Damn, you look sexy Let's go to my yacht, in the West Keys Ride my jetskis, loungin in the palm trees Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on southbeach Water so clear, you can see to the bottom Hundred-thousand dollar cars, e'ybody got em Ain't no surprise in the club to see Sly, Stallone Miami, my second home Chorus to fade Will Smith Wild Wild West Will Smith: Wild Wild West, Jim West, desperado, rough rider No you don't want nada None of this, gun in this, brotha runnin this, Buffalo soldier, look it's like I told ya Any damsel that's in distress Be out of that dress when she meet Jim West Rough neck so go check the law and abide Watch your step with flex and get a hole in your side Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react, You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at, With all of this, from the start of this, Runnin the game, James West tamin the west so remember the name Now who ya gonna call? Dru Hill: Not the G.B.'s Will Smith:Now who you gonna call? Dru Hill: *G double E G* Will Smith: If you have a riff with people wanna bust, Break out before you get bumrushed at the (Wild Wild West) When I roll into the (Wild Wild West) When I stroll into the (Wild Wild West) When I bounce into the (Wild Wild West) Sisqo, Sisqo Sisqo: We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West Will Smith: Now, now, now, now once upon a time in the west Mad man lost his damn mind in the west Loveless, givin up a dime, nothin' less Now I must put his behind to the test (can you feel me) Then through the shadows, in the saddle, ready for battle Bring all your boys in, here come the poison Behind my back, all the riffin' ya did, Front and center, now where your lip at kid? Who dat is? A mean brotha, bad for your health Lookin damn good though, if I could say it myself Told me Loveless is a mad man, but I don't fear that Got mad weapons too, ain't tryin to hear that Tryin to bring down me, this champion When y'all clowns gon' see that it can't be done Understand me son, I'm the slickest they is, I'm the quickest as they is, did I say I'm the slickest they is So if you barking up the wrong tree we comin, don't be startin nothin Me and my partner gonna test your chest, Loveless Can't stand the heat then get out the Wild Wild West Dru Hill: We going straight to (when I roll into the)the Wild Wild West (when I stroll into the) We going straight to (when I bounce into the)the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West Dru Hill: *freestylin* To any outlaw tryin to draw, thinkin you're bad, Any draw on West best with a pen and a pad, Don't even think about it, six gun, weighin a ton, 10 paces and turn, just for fun, son, Up till sundown, rolling around, See where the bad guys are to be found and make 'em lay down, The defenders of the west, Crushin on pretenders in the west, Don't mess with us cuz we're in the (Wild Wild West) Sisqo: We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West We going straight to the Wild Wild West, come on (Wild Wild West) When I roll into the (Wild Wild West) When I stroll into the We going straight to the Wild Wild West (the Wild Wild West) (Wild, Wild West) whoo, uh (Wild Wild West) ha ha ha ha (Wild Wild West) uh Dru, Dru (Wild Wild West) I done done it again y'all done done it again (Wild Wild West) ha ha ha ha (Wild Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill, uh (Wild Wild West) Big Will, Dru Hill ha ha ha ha (Wild Wild West) *the Wild Wild West* (Wild Wild West) uh (Wild Wild West) one time (Wild Wild West) uh, (Wild Wild West) *the wild wild west* bring in the heat, bring in the heat, what? (Wild Wild West) (Wild Wild West) uh can't stop the bumrush *the Wild Wild* (the Wild Wild West) This is Page 3 of 3 The last page of Lyrics My other page links: http://www.maxpages.com/jakethesnake/home http://www.maxpages.com/jakethesnake/interests http://www.maxpages.com/jakethesnake/aguilera http://www.maxpages.com/jakethesnake/Lyrics1 http://www.maxpages.com/jakethesnake/Lyrics2 Thank You for visiting my site!!!! |
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