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