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scottie,scottie |
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scottie,scottie |
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(andre nickatina) |
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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 wit 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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(shaggie) |
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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 wit' 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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cuz 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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cuz 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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wit them a.r. 15's |
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a.r. 15's |
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(andre nickatina) |
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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.o. |
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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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cuz 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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cuz 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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(shaggy) |
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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.v. |
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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 cuz I heard you niggas got ice cream |
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something fat never that soda |
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fuckin wit 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 |
