Dirt Pigeons

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna buy a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Sing this song for the people I meet And get along with it all Go where the people say "y'all" Sing a song with a friend Change the shape that I'm in, And get back in the game, And start playin' again I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again I might go back down to Texas, Might go to somewhere that I've never been And get up in the mornin' and go out at night And I won't have to go home Get used to bein' alone Change the words to this song And start singin' again I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for Answers to questions that I already know I could build me a castle with memories just to have somewhere to go Count the days and the nights that it Takes to get back in the saddle again Feed the pigeons some clay Turn the night into day And start talkin' again, when I know what to say I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna buy a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Sing my song for the people I meet And get along with it all Where the people say "y'all" Feed the pigeons some clay Turn the night into day Start talkin' again When I know what to say

C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons Simplement que les aigles ne volent pas avec les pigeons Salam Alikoum, bonjour à tous, buenos dias J'sais pas pour vous mais moi, J'ai envie d'une grosse biatch Cruise le son à fond dans la voiture, pe-sa haute couture Je crie c'que tu murmure, je rappe dans le futur Je bois J A C K, le champagne, Grey Goose m'ecoeure Juste besoin d'un contrat, d'un flow, d'un beatmaker C'est pas pour nous mais pour nos ennemis que j'ai peur Je veux le Swagg à Mamadou, la carrière à Mick Jagger Prod de I-Takes tournent dans mon lecteur Backstage, je prépare la guerre dans mon secteur Crime ou chant j'ai fais mon choix depuis longtemps Ma vie tu l'écoutes et moi je la vis comme je l'entends C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons Simplement que les aigles ne volent pas avec les pigeons Les balances, en rappeurs sont déguisées; Donne moi un truc à tiser, je vais rapper jusqu'à m'épuiser Izi izi izi izi; le nom de mon crew, Medi Med c'est mon DJ U tréma (Ü) sur le tricot, diamants sur les chicos Si tu me la mets je finirai sûrement D.P.S On retrouvera ta race la pute où que tu hide ton GPS Premier en rap sale, en crime, en EPS Frais, ma clique braque XXX Alice au pays des merveilles C'est chaud comme à Liberty City, chaud comme à Montfermeil Dope coupée en lamelles, Tonc dans la gamelle Brigade anti-zamels Diabolique Swagg mode Gargamel Tatoué de partout, graffitis sur enveloppe charnelle C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons Simplement que les aigles ne volent pas avec les pigeons Ennemi juré du système j'veux voir son string ficelle Sa chatte en Haute def' 92 millions de pixels Je veux des gros seins, baiser des vidéos vixen Toute la nuit, Duracell, Magnum XXL Elles disent qu'on est des salauds, sauf quand faut faire un chèque Mieux vaut avoir une bite dans le cerveau, que le cerveau dans la schneck Mon son tourne au de-Blé, dans le seize et à la tess J'ai du tabac couleur Shreck pour oublier quand c'est la Hass Kojak, fhartass, pilote faucon millénium Chaque sortie d'album, platine c'est l'minimum Entouré de bombes Latines, pas besoin de baratiner Juste à sortir le bling bling, so fresh, so clean! C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons Simplement que les aigles ne volent pas avec les pigeons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons C'est pas que j'aime pas me mélanger mais disons Simplement que les aigles ne volent pas avec les pigeons

I'm goin' down to the railway station Gonna get a ticket to ride Find a big, fat lady with two or three kids And sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down Around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryna hide my sorrow from the people I meet And get along with it all Go down where the people say "y'all" Sing a song with a friend Change the shape that I'm in And get back in the game Start playin' again I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again Might go back down to Texas Or might go to somewhere that I've never been And get up in the mornin' and go out at night And I won't have to go home Get used to bein' alone Change the words to this song Start singin' again I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers To questions that I already know I could build me a castle of memories Just to have somewhere to go Count the days and the nights That it takes to get back in the saddle again Feed the pigeons some clay Turn the night into day Start talkin' again when I know what to say I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station Gonna get a ticket to ride Find a big fat lady with two or three kids And sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down Around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryna hide my sorrow from the people I meet And get along with it all Go down where the people say "y'all" Feed the pigeons some clay Turn the night into day Start talkin' again when I know what to say

Gotta get back Gotta figure out a way I'm losing my senses to you Where did it go? The bluebird I should follow back home But where is home? Guess it won't amount to much Won't be long before I crush I'll stand in line Don't believe a thing they say today Seems we all get lost amongst Pigeons and the crumbs All alone but I'm in a crowded room I'm sinking in the quicksand tonight You pick me up and I shine across the sky Till morning then you color me in Guess it won't amount to much Seems to me I've lost my touch I'm back in line Don't believe a thing they say today Turn around and walk away Everything will go your way I pray Seems we all get lost amongst Pigeons and the crumbs Gotta get it in time Gotta get it last time Don't believe a thing they say today Turn around and walk away Everything will go your way I pray Seems we all get lost amongst Pigeons and the crumbs But don't believe a thing they say today Turn around and walk away Everything will go your way I pray Seems we all get lost amongst Pigeons and the crumbs

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) (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 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 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 her trade bags 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 (Uh oh) Ya'll chicks ain't gettin' nada (Uh oh) Your pussy ain't worth the Ramada End

She do not talk to no workers (No) All she want is her boss (Boss) I told her come to the low (Low) I told her come take it all Lil shawty fine and she tell me She wanna rev up my engine My niggas turn into Gremlins Whip up and serve you a Pigeon She told me money man I want me a baby I turned around and said "Bitch is you crazy" None of this shit on my neck fugazi My dogs be growling on fowlin like rabies I told Lil Shawty you fine and you tuned it Hop in the foreign and lock up the engine Meet you at Croca and say you a Pigeon Cooking up inside up all day the kitchen She do not talk to no workers All she want is her boss I told her come to the low I told her come take it all Lil Shawty fine and she tuned it She wanna rev up my engine My niggas turn into Gremlins Whip up and serve you a Pigeon Lil shawty fine and she tell me She wanna rev up my engine She do not talk to no workers All she want is her is a boss I told come to the low I told her come take it all She wanna hang with her boss She wanna view in the low She said her ex nigga soft I hit her then cut her off Pull up and serve you a eagle Then I pull off in a Reagal She said I wish you was mine I said you losin your mind How about a Rolly to tell me the time I rode the president to ease up my mind Choppin it up with the plug on the line I ran it over with the kitchen on mind She want to rev up my engine just like a 455 She said I am the realest alive I got to show for my zodiac sign (Whooh) She do not talk to no workers All she want is her boss I told her come to the Low I told her come take it all Lil Shawty fine and she tell me She wanna rev up my engine My niggas turn into Gremlins Whip up and serve you a pigeon Lil shawty fine and she tell me She wanna rev up my engine She do not talk to no workers All she want is her boss I told her come to the low I told her come take it all .(outro).

Dirty ceiling fan Spinning above my head It's a bit like me Above my bed And I look out Then shut my eyes I think back As time still flies Step until I fall Not steppin' at all Give it a while Not feelin' that extra mile Trees, fields, mountains yield To the night sky Stars, chemical feels They never lie