No Scrubs

A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly

And is also known as a buster

Always talkin' 'bout what he wants

And just sits on his broke ass

So, no, I don't want your number

No, I don't want to give you mine and

No, I don't want to meet you nowhere

No, I don't want none of your time and

[Chorus:]

No, I don't want no scrub

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me

Hangin' out the passenger's side of his best friend's ride

Tryin' 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's side of his best friend's ride

Tryin' to holler at me

Well, a scrub checkin' me but his game is kinda weak

And I know he can not approach me

'Cause I'm lookin' like class and he's lookin' like trash

Can't get it with a deadbeat ass

So, no, I don't want your number

No, I don't want to give you mine and

No, I don't want to meet you nowhere

No, I don't want none of your time and

[Chorus]

If you don't have a car and you're walkin'

Oh yes, son, I'm talkin' to you

If you live at home with your momma

Oh yes, son, I'm talking to you

If you have a shorty that you don't show love

Oh yes, son, I'm talking to you

Wanna get me with no money

Oh, no, I don't want no...

No scrub (No scrub)

No scrub (No love)

No scrub (No, no)

No scrub (No, no, no, n-no)

No scrub (No, no)

[Chorus]

See, if you can't spacially expand my horizons

Then that leaves you in a class with scrubs, never risin'

I don't find it suprisin' if you don't have the cheese to please me

And bounce from here to the coast of overseas

So let me give you somethin' to think about

Innovate your mind with intentions to turn you out

Can't forget to focus on the picture in front of me

Do it clear as DVD on digital TV screen

Satisfy my appetite with somethin' spectacular

Check your venacular and then I'll get back to ya

With diamonds like precision

Insatiable is what I envision

Can't detect that position from your friend's Expedition

Mr. Big Willie, if you really wanna know

Ask Chilli, could I be a silly ho

Not with T-Boz and all my señoritas

And steppin' on your Filas

But you don't hear me though

[Chorus till fade]

• Artist:TLC
• Album:Fanmail (1999)