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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and wait fo' 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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who is 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 grabbed 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 hos twat 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 dope 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
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Scottie 15 (featuring Shaggie)
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| Andre Nickatina |
