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Ecouter Sungmin Lee: Antonio Lauro - 'Vals Venezolano no. 2' - Classical Guitar


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Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better (Annie Get Your Gun Cast (Johnny And Mishelle))

*Jonny and Mishelle continue to argue as music starts*

Jonny: Anything I can do, you think you could do better...I'll ALWAYS be
better, MUCH better than you!
Mishelle: No, you're not!
Jonny: Yes I am!
Mishelle: No, you're not!
Jonny: Yes I am!
Mishelle: No, you're not!
Jonny: Yes I am, YES I AM!!!

*Mishelle put her hands to her hips,glaring at Jonny*
Mishelle: Yeah? We'll see about THAT! *continues singing*

Mishelle: Any insult you can think of, I'll come up with one better! I
can always think of an insult much better than yours!
Jonny: It ain't so!
Mishelle: Yes, it's so!
Jonny: It ain't so!
Mishelle: Yes, it's so!
Jonny: It ain't so!
Mishelle: Yes, it's so! YES IT'S SO!!!

*rest of the team shakes their head sadly as this continues in higher
tones for
some time*

Travis: Oh this is great, they're yelling so much louder! Soon, my
ears'll be bleeding, I'll be hemorraging!
Hadji: Better not make a mess out here!
Claudette: *strains to hear clearly* What did you say? I do not
think I can HEAR!

*Jonny taps his foot and thinks awhile, then continues singing*

Jonny: Any trap you can escape from, I can escape quicker! You're such a
slowpoke, you'll NEVER catch up!
Mishelle: Dream on!
Jonny: It's the truth!
Mishelle: Dream on!
Jonny: It's the truth!
Mishelle: Dream on!
Jonny: It's the truth! IT'S THE TRUTH!!

Mishelle: Any guy you can beat up, I can beat up faster! You're too
clumsy, and you HIT LIKE A WUSS!
Jonny: Canine-face!
Mishelle: Wussy-boy!
Jonny: Canine-face!
Mishelle: Wussy-boy!
Jonny: Canine-face!
Mishelle: Wussy-boy! WUSSY BOY!!

*Travis sighs and flips through the lyrics as the two continue to fight*

Jonny: Any car you drive, I can drive better! I can drive anything
better than you!

*Hadji's eyes widen, Jessie tries not to laugh*

Mishelle: Birds will die!
Jonny: No they won't!
Mishelle: Squirrels will die!
Jonny: No they won't!
Mishelle: Other animals will die!
Jonny: No they won't! NO THEY WON'T!!!

Jessie: I don't believe this! They're at it for HOURS! Better forget
about sleeping anytime tonight!
Bryce: SOMEONE GIVE ME A SEDATIVE!!!
Travis: *covers his ears* I would, but it won't do much good!!

*Bryce glares at his brother*

Mishelle: If you do anything to your hair, it'll get worse! Heck,
BANDIT'S got better hair, MUCH better than yours!
Jonny: He does NOT!
Mishelle: He does TOO!
Jonny: He does NOT!
Mishelle: He does TOO!
Jonny: He does NOT!
Mishelle: He does TOO! HE DOES TOO!!!

Jonny: Anything you can throw, I can throw harder! That hairy
tarantula's a good prove of that!
Mishelle: You're a JERK!!
Jonny: You're a DOG!!
Mishelle: You're a JERK!!
Jonny: You're a DOG!!
Mishelle: You're a JERK!!
Jonny: You're a DOG!! YOU'RE A DOG!!!

*Mishelle gets angrier. Bandit comes inside the room*

Mishelle: Everytime I scream, you will scream LOUDER!! And then you'll
faint, ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE A GUY??!!
Jonny: TOMBOY!!
Mishelle: FEM-BOY!!
Jonny: TOMBOY!!
Mishelle: FEM-BOY!!
Jonny: TOMBOY!!
Mishelle: FEM-BOY!! FEM-BOY!!!

Caludette: Travis, better get out, I can see what is coming. Bandit will
be having someone here for dinner!!
*Bandit chomps on Travis' leg*
Travis: HELP! HE'S EATING THROUGH MY JEANS!!!
Bryce: *laughing, Travis glares at him* I can't help it!! He treats you
like MEAT!!

*Tai-Lee goes to Jonny and Mishelle, still fighting*

Tai-Lee: Please stop fighting, we need our rest! Do not forget we had a
really long flight!
Jonny: It's HER fault!
Mishelle: It's HIS fault!
Jonny: DOBERMAN!!
Mishelle: CLOROX-BOY!!
The rest of the JQ 2000 team: GO TO BED!! GO TO BED!!! GO TO BED!!!!

African Herbsman (Bob Marley)

All twinklin' lee
Can't see the right roads when the streets are paved
The old slave men might grind slow
But it grinds fine, yeah

African herbsman, why linger on?
Just concentrate, 'cause heaven lives on
Retired slave men will look with a scorn
With a transplanted heart (yes, how quick they had to part)
(... how quick they had to part)

The remembrance of today
Is the sad feelin' of tomorrow
(... how quick ...) Oh (... part), oh yeah

African herbsman, seize your time
I'm takin' illusion on the edge of my mind
I'm takin' losers down thru my life
Down thru my life, yeah (yes, how quick they had to part)
(... how quick they had to part)

Dideh part, yes, they part
In remembrance of today
(... how quick they had to part)

African herbsman, why linger on?
Just concentrate, 'cause your heaven lives on
Greet-I-eth slave men will look with a scorn
With a transplanted heart, yes, how (... quick they have to part)
(... how quick they have to part)

In remembrance of today
Brings sad feelings of tomorrow
(Yes, how quick they have to ...) Lead me on, oh, Lord, I pray to you

(African herbsman) (African herbsman)
African, African herbsman ...

Rock N Roll (Mos Def)




[Mos Def]
Make me wanna HOLLA.. aowwWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Rock and roll
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Hehehe rock and roll
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Whoahhhhh oh oooh weee oooh
"Ah.. ah ah ah ah.. ah ah ah lert the squad.."
Whoahhhhh oh

(Huh) My grandmomma was raised on a reservation
(Huh) My great grandmomma was, from a plantation
They sang - songs for inspiration
They sang - songs for relaxation
They sang - songs, to take their minds up off that
**ed up situation
I am... yes I am... the descendant (yes yes)
of those folks whose, backs got broke
who, fell down inside the gunsmoke
(Black people!) Chains on they ankles and feet
I am descendants, of the builders of your street
(Black people!) Tenders to your cotton money
I am.. hip-hop
"It's heavy metal for the black people"
I am.. rock and roll (rock and roll.. rock'n'roll)
BEEN HERE FOREVER!
They just ain't let you know.. (HA!)

I said, Elvis Presley ain't got no soul (huh)
Chuck Berry is rock and roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that style on they own (uh-uh)
Elvis Presley ain't got no SOULLLL (hell naw)
Little Richard is rock and roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't come up with that shit on they own (nah-ah)

Guess that's just the way shit goes
You steal my clothes and try to say they yo's (yes they do)
Cause it's a show filled with pimps and hoes
Tryin to take everything that you made or control (there they go)
Elvis Presley ain't got no SOULLLL
Bo Diddley is rock and roll (damn right)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
But they ain't the first place the credit belongs

Say whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (Jimi Hendrix say) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (Albert King and) oooh-weee-ohhh
(and Motown)

(huh) I ain't tryin to diss
but I don't be tryin to ** with Limp Bizkit
"The ** is on your mind?"
When I get down in my zone
I be rockin Bad Brains and Fishbone
I ain't tryin to slow your groove
But that ain't the way I'm tryin to move
I don't turn on Korn to get it on;
I be playin Jimi Hendrix 'til the dawn
That's my word is bond
Sittin up on my front lawn
Got the volume turned to ten
Playin Albert King the best again (black)
When the mornin in the cooker
Got to turn on some John Lee Hooker
When I want some rock and roll
Go to Otis Redding to get some soul

Say, James Brown got plenty of soul
James Brown like to rock and roll
He can do all the shit fo' sho'
that Elvis Presley could never know (black people)
Said, Kenny G ain't got no SOULLLL
John Coltrane is rock and roll (uh-huh)
You may dig on the Rolling Stones
but they could never ever rock like Nina Simone

Say whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-wee-ohh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoahhhh-oh (don't take it) oooh-weee-ohhh
(black music) whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

"ah-lert the squad.."

{*MUSIC PICKS UP PACE AND GETS LOUDER*}

Who am IIIIiiiiiiiiIiiiII, HUH!
GET YOUR PUNK**UP!
ELVIS PRESLEY AIN'T GOT NO SOUL
JIMI HENDRIX IS ROCK AND ROLL
YOU MAY DIG ON THE ROLLING STONES
BUT EVERYTHING THEY DID THEY STOLE
ELVIS PRESLEY AIN'T GOT NO SOUL
BO DIDDLEY IS ROCK AND ROLL
YOU MAY DIG ON THE ROLLING STONES
BUT WE SEND THEY PUNK**HOME
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii (ROCK AND ROLL)
Who am IIIiiiiiiiiiii!!!
Say, rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
Who am I? Rock and ROLL!
GET YOUR PUNK**UP!!!!!!!
Company, MOVE!!!
For Harlem, Fort Greene, Compton
East St. Louis, Detroit (BO BO)
Chicago (BO BO) Bed-Stuy (BO BO)
Flatbush (BO BO) Brownsville (BO BO)
East New York (BO BO) Newark New Jersey (BO BO)
Illadelphia Cincinatti Atlanta the Dirty South
All towns GET YOUR PUNK**UP!!
"Rock and roll for the black people"
Hi ma..

"Well that was just wonderful"

To Live & Die In L.A. (2Pac Featuring Makaveli)




featuring Val Young

[Dominique] Street Science you're on the air *static*
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static*
[Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static*
[Dominique]
Right but don't you feel like that creates *static*
a tension between East and West? *static*
He's talking about killing people *static*
I had ** with your wife and not in those words *static*
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased *static*

Intro: Makaveli

No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun
and everybody got love

Verse One: Makaveli

To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the cash so it's hard to knok it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasin
Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces
Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessin, plea bargain
ain't an option now, so I'm stressin, cost me more
to be free than a life in the pen
Makin money off of cuss words, writin again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset likin the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

Chorus: Val Young

To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
(repeat 2X)

Verse Two: Makaveli

It's the, City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggaz gettin three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
Cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writin to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
Cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight with each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

Chorus

Verse Three: Makaveli

Cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggaz lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggaz gettin shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this muh**a perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggaz with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin it pay
Gettin high watchin time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

Chorus

Outro: Makaveli

This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit
Makin my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real mother**ers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all mother**ers
LA, California Love part mother**in Two
Without****Dre

Who Got The Funk? (The Streets)

Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard
Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers
Mines a Kronenberg mate
The streets

Who got the funk?

Geezers geezers geezers
Who got the funk?
Original pirate material
Day in the life of a geezer
Crispy, rosco, englands glory
Uniq, locked on, andy lewis

All Birmingham geezers
All London heads
Barnet, Brixton, Beckenham
You're listening to the streets
Original pirate material

Day in the life of a geezer
Day in the life of a geezer
This is just a groove
Just a groove.

Yesterday (Point Defiance)

You don't see the way I fell in lee,
and did you ever think I'd know?,
I've contemplated all those past sensations,
that I beat down long ago,

So while you can't wait for me,
My life's all you need,
That's bringing you down,

I know you know that you can't see the way I'm feeling,
And why should I feel this way again?,

Walk with me, I'll take you where you'll see,
I've built a shrine for you and me,
the grass has grown over the weathered stone,
right where our names used to be,

So while you can't wait for me,
My life's all you need,
That's bringing you down,

I know you know that you can't see the way I'm feeling,
And why should I feel this way again?,

Yesterday, I thought everything would be alright,
But now I know that things will never be the same,
so, why don't you walk away!,

I know you know that you can't see the way I'm feeling,
And why should I feel this way again?
you know,

that you can't see the way I'm feeling,
And why should I feel this way again?

Vapors (Biz Markie)




Can you feel it
Nothin' can save ya
For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew
Wel you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records
Made the music, "Nobody Beats the Biz"
Well, check it
Back in the days before this began
He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran
The type of female with fly Gucci wear
With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair
When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed
Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS"
Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer
My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots
Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits
Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak
And be comin' to all the shows
Every single weekend
To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please
Dyin' for the day to get skeezed
She caught the vapors (4X)
I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
A mellow type of fellow that's laid back
Back in the days, he was nothin' like that
I remember when he used to fight every day
What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey
He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied
And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side
Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad
And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had
They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either injail or someone would shoot him
But now he's grown up, to their surprise
Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin'
Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now
They caught the vapors (4X)
Now I got a cousin by the name of Von Lee
Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V
He cuts scratch, transform with finesse
...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess
Well I remember when he first started to rock
And tried to get his job in a record shop
He was in it to win it but the boss fronted
Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted"
Now my cousin Von still tried on and on and on
'Til the like break of dawn
To put this j-o-b in effect
But they'd look right past him and be like "next"
Now for the year of '88
Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight
He walks into the same record shop as before
And the boss'll be like, "Von, welcome to my store"
Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it
Damn it feels goo to see people up on it
'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they caught from my cousin
The vapors
They caught the vapors (4X)
Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ"
They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nober Street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze
They caught the vapors (4X)

Black Korea (Ice Cube)




(blends into intro with dialogue from Spike Lee's _Do the Right Thing_)

"Twenty D Energizers."
"Twenty C Energizer?"
"D not C D."
"B Energizer?"
"D mother**er D! Learn to speak english first alright? D!"
"How many you say?"
"Twenty mother**er twenty."
"Honey..."
"Mother ** you!"

[Ice Cube]
Everytime I wanna go get a **in brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
oriental one-penny countin mother**ers
that make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin every brother in the world's out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob
they funky little store, but bitch, I got a job
("Look you little Chinese mother**er
I ain't tryin to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone!"
"Mother-** you!")
Yo yo, check it out
So don't follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass'll be a target
of the nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that's what the boy got
So pay respect to the black fist
or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp
And then we'll see ya!
Cause you can't turn the ghetto - into Black Korea

"I do ** you!"

Peace, Prosperity And Paper (A Tribe Called Quest)




Chorus:

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum
(repeat 2X)

Verse One: Q-Tip

We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis
Y'all can be my witnesses
That a fella fascination with money has grown
To the point that he will shit on his own
We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic
A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic
But the money doesnt come automatic
Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it
We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion
Some cats go about it with too much passion
We got to mediate our greedy levels
Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil
Gotta recognize it, realize the power
that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour
Man can be greater than the thing he creates
See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can sc**
Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt
But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount
That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count
So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts
To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing
I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word)
But the only way we can truly reach that goal
Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls
It's like that

Chorus

Verse Two: Phife

Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest
Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it
Come on son, never leave your mic round me
True MC for real ask my man Shaheed
Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for
Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore
With all that AIDS stuff going round
Tell me how that sound
Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound
Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore
But see hip-hop's my bread butter
Cause that's what I get paid for
See this is what I wanted
Allah helped me to get it
And if the beat is wicked
You know Malik will rip it
From the bottom of my heart
Thats where the love starts
The love for breakdancing
My love for the art
And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul
A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold
Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras
But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya
Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way
From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ
With out my peeps I dont know how the hell Id make it, word
Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb
One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help
Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self
The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes
Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon
I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter
Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada
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No Pigeons (Sporty Thievz)

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 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 **in' 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**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**

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


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