Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shaggy's 15s, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Tears Of A Clown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Shaggy's 15s |
Scottie, scottie |
Scottie, scottie |
Put the phone on ya but it’s the booty call |
And I’m comin' ta bust nuts on all ya’ll |
And I’m out |
Half a blunt hangin' out my mouth |
Speedin' like a demon on 101 south |
I smoke chewy like a muthafuckin' nut |
Ya got a gram bag get the zags an' roll 'er up |
It’s Andre Nickatina tiger comin' out the cuts |
Maximum speed drivin' I don’t give a fuck |
Garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat |
These bitches on the street muthafucka were you at |
Dippin' on swayze with my niggas from tha set |
The blunt went out but we ain’t done yet |
Get another one blaze |
Bitch get paid |
A welfare that check every 15 days |
I remember highschool lowfuel and bushy |
Cuttin' that muthafucka go gettin' pussy |
Caught up in the madness |
This freak was the baddest |
I seen her baggy jeans and her ass was the fattest |
Ooh it’s jenine |
She licked my dick clean |
Come right away she got a twomp sac of weed |
Nigga I’m sippin |
My potna’s got the tay' stay sippin' |
Talkin about money, hoes, hustlin' and pimpin' |
I’m over |
Doja like this fine bitch |
Shinin' like a car or my news stands smith |
Cut the fade |
Hoes get wet from the wave |
Dancin' in a cage with ass for days |
It’s like this |
I didn’t know you smoke chewy bitch |
Now bring the yale too so we can fire up a spliff |
About six |
My pager’s talkin' to me sayin' «shit |
The battery’s low in this son of a bitch» |
Yeah 15's pound like this |
15's screamin' out bitch |
15's bumpin' gangsta shit |
Mind on a muthafuckin' grip |
A nigga graped his coat when I heard them 15"s |
With a new 9 in the waistline of them jeans when I them 15"s |
Heard them 15's |
Grab my weed to get keyed when I heard them 15's |
Fresh out the house about to pop my p’s |
My niggas done swoop me up about twelve fifteen |
What’s the first thing to do but find that weed |
In that sedan de ville cadilac with' the gangsta lean |
I gots to pop me a not |
Soon as we hit the spot |
So I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got |
Me and 'dre will hop out |
When we hit the parking lot |
And get to flossin' on them fools like I pooled up at the postop |
Jumped out the car and we was feelin' like g’s |
I was broke that day but lookin' like I slang keys |
But these hoes will neva know |
Cause them ones will have you fat |
When you off in one of them clubs and dressing all in black |
And it was cool I had juice to get in with a strap |
In case I see one of them niggas from back in the days I done jact |
In fact |
My nigga shot done served that nigga a sac |
And told me that he had 3 mo' niggas posted out back |
Bring this on |
Cause right by the back door is my cuzin tone |
And mr. |
blunt |
Ready to give some nike reading lessons to a chump |
We make them bleed |
Then leave the seen |
With them a.r. |
15's |
A.r. |
15's |
Man I don’t drink cappacino |
I’m a picses not a leo |
Can’t even strike to reno unless I tell my fuckin' p. |
o |
Drinkin pina colata brooms staring hard at the moon |
On the eightteenth floor hopin' I can find my room |
Five star |
Adictive like liquor at the bar |
I sell tapes nigga bring it on cash or master charge |
I gets lower than a den when I’m strikin" on a mission |
Lookin' for competition |
Or maybe a couple bitches |
My style is something deadly like a newport cigarette |
I’m a street chemist bitch |
A money hungry pit |
Like daffey duck I gives a fuck |
It’s mines it’s all mines |
Catch a flight in hienz |
Cause I’ll leave that ass behind |
Come stick with me |
I’ll bumble like a bee |
Cause my boo |
We was cool |
Back in nine two |
But check it |
I hit the party and these niggas holdin weed |
And I hold it in at my heart and don’t wanna leave |
Yeah what I think not |
Ya know we hate cops |
Imagine if nigga bought |
Every donut shop |
In the city |
Fuck it in the muthafuckin' world |
Greesy like a curl |
Priceless like a pearl |
Strikin' like a lighter |
Bitin' like a biter |
Bitch did you recognize my whitewall tires? |
Yeah man I recognize your whitewall tires, but we got to get this over with |
You understand me. |
I’m makein' moves I can’t be standing around it might have |
Been a good day for you, but I’m a tell you it’ll never be right |
I stepped outside and I was tweaking |
So tipsy mentally geekin' |
I seen my nephew he had just got plug |
He gave me credit he hooked me up with a proper dubb |
Here come my girl I hope she got a pipe |
It might of been a good day for you, but for me it’ll never be right |
I must have been geekin' and I stole my mama’s t. |
v |
Now my little brother and my nephew wanna see me |
But I ain’t lookin' for them, I lookin' for a triple beam |
And I’ll be back later on cause I heard you niggas got ice cream |
Something fat never that soda |
Fuckin with the mexicans ya’ll be havin' that peruvian yola |
Strait butt naked a dobe fiends dream |
Nextellin' ain’t no tellin' when I put it on a triple beam |
I love that bitch if ya know what I mean |
But I ain’t talkin' bout that skanless, I’m talkin bout that icecream |