Money, dinero, mossadie, mucho guinneia Yen, franc, grip, dubloon "But do you DO foodstamps?" "BITCH!" "Help, Scottie, help. I'm tweaking and I can't beam up!" You're chewing Doublemint. Thafs a good gum." "SO." "Yeah. I like Doublemint. Could I have some?" "NO." "OH! You gotch your pimpin' on tonight, as though I'm looking like a "Ho" "Yeah, you got that right!" "What?" "Yo, I don't believe I know him." "Call him Scottie, Stella." "Is he the same Scottie from 'Star Crack llluminati?" Yeah, where ya get Lit up and enlightened with your "highbeams" on Aw, hell Ease up off my rock, 'cause you can't stand, shit's too deep You wanna cop but you can't hang 'cause you too weak You cold be hawkin' for a crack o' what I got But you pull back, 'cause you can't afford the shit, the shit ain't cheap I'll have you tweakin' for whatever you hope I might drop You see me comin' You come runnin' top speed up the block Hopin' Scottie stops you get put down much Lower level to da curb kibble after kibble I can't be rerocked, rinsed, pushed One hit is all you get And there'll be no gettin enough of this good shit Folks be lyin' when they said "I had enough." Scottie, just push it down and cool Watch 'em smoke it up Double up action ain't shit, get three for twenty or trey 'Cause every hit, be bein' a pocket full of money, ya see here I stay paid, my Me bein' the reason I got 'em sprung and they're gettin' me rich season outta season Say, Homey Girly, you wanna do somethin' for somethin' Well, go on get your knees dirty Like you think you got somethin' comin' Yeah, thatta girl, don't stop, aw shit, look Plakka plakka one time bitch SMOKE ALL THE ROCKS, QUICK! Two to five turns to suspension is not a joke to me Don't tell the D.A They got a muthafuckin' thang from me Once again the gafflin's on But you be goin' up the river alone, cuz Scottie gonna trip like that there Do you ever find yourself often calling Scottie But do you ever find yourself often calling Scottie Do you ever find yourself often calling Scottie I'm tweaking and I can't beam up O.K. with no delay I say Scottie say, "Tweak." Look on the floor There it go, over by home-boy fee Don't put that shit on my_ Bitch,_what it come from Are you retarded, plumb loco-like, or is you just plain dumb? I know your kind, you wanna rerock that shit with Puerto Rican Rum With your fingers crossed Over your wishful thinkin' table cloth Travelin' from the plate to the floor of your mouth to the pipe of your lungs You asshole eatin' pyharea at the gums Havin' no hustlin' crumb-snatchin' Sack-chasin', pipe-scrapin' to' down bitch What do it take to pry your lip loose from that pyrex prick? Scottie de-lippin ya down, look atcha, tore down Whatcha do which your grip, you can't say shit Whatcha got to show for it? The answer is "Ain't got nothin'" 'Cause you be too busy basin' Now you're left with both, pipe-pusher I'm the mighty Scottie Cluckers tick me off without tryin' Some o' ya goin' be losin' yo' malia license tonight Due in part to how you cluck with for shit You're not a legal malia, nigga' Fuck all that too legit to quit shit I got your best bitch addicted She took just one look at my shooter and Licked it, I said, Hold up Ho' Why don't your raise up of my caddy You fingernails is dirty And your titties is TOOO flabby I 'member that day I watched you yank that bust Remember thinkin' to myself What would I do if the buster Was to bash your motherfuckin' brain? Not a motherfuckin' thang But holler, Yo homey PIPE, yeah And to hell with wholesale nigga, pay all of mine Dig deep into the corners of your pockets And come up with some legal tender Quit window shopping, nigga That party your wife threw in the bathroom didn't include you The bitch had a plunger Trying to unclog the residue-due out the pipe Heaven's sakes, get the bitch outta my face I had to run this way And throw the rocks the other way Hope the bitch chase the rocks Dissed the hand that slings the rocks Show back up and bring the rock And serve them to another clucker Two cluckers are each other's adversary One's a thief and one's an easy skeeze-berry I don't want those cluckers near me You muthafuckers smoke that street Formula bullshit all day long But Scottie Like the song goes, so goes the story When her head was on tight She was everything that anyone could be Help Scottie Help I'm tweaking and I can't beam up