Go Pigeon go Pigeon Go Pigeon go Pigeon say it (2x) Chorus: All these dudes telling lies for the fame and wealth I'd rather kick back and just be myself
Preklad: Pigeon John. Do Holub.
: Go Pigeon go Pigeon Go Pigeon go Pigeon say it (2x) Chorus: All these dudes telling lies for the fame and wealth I'd rather kick back and just be
Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture I burn your sideburns off on tracks like John Shaft You be counting your pubic hairs trying to do the
- There is life outside your apartment. Voice #1: I'm gonna jump! All: Don't do it! Voice #1: Okay. All: There is cool shit to do But it can't come
can be avoided If you take a route straight through what is known as (Parklife) John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated By the dirty pigeons, they
you run into? Laughing while you turn his ass black and blue Pounce and bounce him into ICU, Hop a train or a taxi, head home like pigeons do Smile
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone Yea Tangled in his own I got the Bees on the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical) Let me hear you pigeons
-Town and the homie Ackavelie Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy My drink is thick as jelly, I love my shit muddy Four of us in this bitch and we gonna do
spent a quarter million dollars just to look like this In the kitchen cookin' chickens, tryna pay my rent Got a cock eyed bent and a bow legged Benz Pigeon
John Ghotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? Tical Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now, shut
John Gotti on the phone (haa haa) I'm tangled in the zone I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical!) Let me hear you pigeons run ya
Kramer My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of order Split your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water You intrigued by the way, we do our thing Do
alone with keep John Ghotti on the phone Tangled in his own I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? [Method Man] Tical Let me hear you pigeons
his hand Crying bide lady bide For there's a nowhere you can hide For the lusty smith will be your love And he will lay your pride. Why do
all dames is all game So fine with her beautiful mind, she all brain A head doctor, get it poppin' like Reddenbacher Chicks call me gravel pit dick, the bed rocker Big John
friend, it's the God without an end He hyped and saved my dirty dingee soul The he gave me the microphone and inside to show Now bring it on, Mr.Pigeon John
