Scottie 15

Lyrics

Put the phone on ya butt it's a booty call
 And I'm comin' to 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 where you at
 Dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from the set
 The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
 Get another one blaze
 Bitch get paid
 I wait for that check every 15 days
 I remember high school low fuel 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 sack 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 in my new Stan Smith's
 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 yayo 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
 (shaggie)
 A nigga grabbed 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? Dip to find that weed
 In that sedan de ville cadilac wit' the gangsta lean
 I gots to pop me a knot
 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 pulled 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 never know
 Cuz 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 jacked
 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
 Cuz 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
 Wit them a.r. 15's
 A.r. 15's
 (andre nickatina)
 Man I don't drink cappuccino
 I'm a Pisces not a Leo
 Can't even strike to Reno unless I tell my fuckin' p.o
 Drinkin pina colata Boone staring hard at the moon
 On the eighteenth floor of the hotel tryna find my room
 Five star
 Addictive like liquor at the bar
 I sell tapes nigga bring it on, cash or MasterCharge?
 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 daffy duck I gives a fuck
 It's mines it's all mines
 Catch up like Heinz
 Cuz I'll leave that ass behind
 Come stick with me
 I'll bumble like a bee
 Cuz my boo
 We was cool
 Back in nine two
 But check it
 I hit the party I sees niggas hoes and weed
 And my homeboys wandered in and don't wanna leave
 Ya know 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
 Greasy like a curl
 Priceless like a pearl
 Strikin' like a lighter
 Bitin' like a biter
 Bitch did you recognize my whitewall tires?
 (shaggy)
 Yeah man I recognize your whitewall tires, but we got to get this over with
 You understand me. I'm makin' 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, Dre but for me it'll never be right
 I must have been geekin' and I stole my mama's t.v
 Now my little cousin 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 cuz I heard you niggas got ice cream
 Something fat never that soda
 Fuckin wit the mexicans ya'll be havin' that peruvian yola
 Straight 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 ice cream

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Duration
05:15
Key
11
Tempo
90 BPM

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