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lirik lagu dre dog andre nickatina - scottie 15

scottie,scottie
scottie,scottie

(andre nickatina)
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 m-th-f-ckin’ 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 f-ck
garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat
these b-tches on the street m-th-f-cka were you at
dippin’ on swayze wit my n-gg-s from tha set
the blunt went out but we ain’t done yet
get another one blaze
b-tch get paid
wait for that check every 15 days
i remember highschool lowfuel and bushy
cuttin’ that m-th-f-cka go gettin’ p-ssy
caught up in the madness
this freak was the baddest
i seen her baggy jeans and her -ss was the fattest
ooh it’s jenine
she licked my d-ck clean
come right away she got a twomp sac of weed
n-gg- 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 b-tch
shinin’ like a car or my news stands smith
cut the fade
hoes get wet from the wave
dancin’ in a cage with -ss for days
it’s like this
i didn’t know you smoke chewy b-tch
now bring the yale too so we can fire up a spliff
about six
my pager’s talkin’ to me sayin’ “sh-t
the battery’s low in this son of a b-tch”
yeah 15’s pound like this
15’s screamin’ out b-tch
15’s b-mpin’ gangsta sh-t
mind on a m-th-f-ckin’ grip
(sh-ggie)
a n-gg- 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 n-gg-s done swoop me up about twelve fifteen
what’s the first thing to do but find that weed
in that sedan de ville cadilac wit’ 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 n-gg-s from back in the days i done jact
in fact
my n-gg- shot done served that n-gg- a sac
and told me that he had 3 mo’ n-gg-s posted out back
bring this on
’cause right by the back door is my ’causein 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 cappacino
i’m a picses not a leo
can’t even strike to reno unless i tell my f-ckin’ 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 n-gg- bring it on cash or master charge
i gets lower than a den when i’m strikin” on a mission
lookin’ for compet-tion
or maybe a couple b-tches
my style is something deadly like a newport cigarette
i’m a street chemist b-tch
a money hungry pit
like daffey duck i gives a f-ck
it’s mines it’s all mines
catch a flight in hienz
’cause i’ll leave that -ss behind
come stick with me
i’ll b-mble like a bee
’cause my boo
we was cool
back in nine two
but check it
i hit the party and these n-gg-s 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 n-gg- bought
every donut shop
in the city
f-ck it in the m-th-f-ckin’ world
greesy like a curl
priceless like a pearl
strikin’ like a lighter
bitin’ like a biter
b-tch did you recognize my whitewall tires?
(sh-ggy)
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 n-gg-s got ice cream
something fat never that soda
f-ckin wit the mexicans ya’ll be havin’ that peruvian yola
strait b-tt naked a dobe fiends dream
nextellin’ ain’t no tellin’ when i put it on a triple beam
i love that b-tch if ya know what i mean
but i ain’t talkin’ bout that skanless,i’m talkin bout that icecream

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