| 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 |