Scottie

(Cool N Dre)

(This is)

It's so simple that it's complicated, uh

You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em, yeah

The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin'

'Cause only in still water we can see our faces

Real shit, I told my nigga

"Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin'

Nigga, them dog ass hoes be creepin'"

I got a few Ms put up for safe keeping

Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a teepee

Nigga, gun hurt, Nina said she 'bout to go streaking

Niggas 'bout to go to missin', niggas 'bout to go to deacons

Niggas 'bout to get high as airmen from Tuskegee

Niggas blind to the fact cause they don't wan' see me

Niggas don't wan' talk, niggas don't wan' reason

Niggas don't want peace, niggas don't know the meaning

Nigga said "You're a bitch, nigga", bitch European

Nigga we Herculean, nigga, skate service skiing

Nigga really overseeing, y'all niggas sight seeing

Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing

New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee

When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"

Cruising down the street and I ain't Caribbean

Ain't terrified and I ain't never been

Sippin' H-Town, lookin' like Jeremy Lin

I'm movin' slower than a fuckin' Maryland terrapin

I ain't got time, patience very thin

I will fuck a nigga bride on the day she marry him

I'm a bad samaritan, I'm a black American

Got white like a fuckin' Aryan, and

I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it

I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen

I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper, nigga

Grave yard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

Now beam me up, Scotty

You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub

With "Stop snitchin" written on a note by her body

I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny

I wore something simple, she like that about me

My dope from the nineties, my dope ain't consignment

My coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client

These hoes be relying, these niggas be lying

These niggas who snitching we throw to the lions

Ain't no testifying, you know that's as quiet

So scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizing

You caught up too much, you choose hoes to confide in

I know where you hide and that ho verified it

I told my homie, "I know where to find him"

He said, "You late, we already got him"

And by the way, it was an honor

That made my day, made me so proud

I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer

And a chihuahua

What's the occasion? Don't worry about it

I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba

Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's

Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals

Call me the greatest or call me retired

It's up in the air, like carbon monoxide

Bitch, we in the building, we started from outside

My dick is my third eye and she call it cock eyed

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360

She get so wet, it gave me sea sickening

Niggas expect some sort of leniency

I'm in high def, but why are you screening me?

I'm Weezy F-U, with a sick dick

Hop on a skateboard, do a quick trick

Playin' my bro, leave him with a thick script

Waitin' on a revolution, hope I get a big tip

Smoking on Cee-Lo Green, lighting up a big gift

Every bud get nipped, life is so vibrant and the suns just trip

Anything can happen, put the "Whats" with the "Ifs"

But what's with the ifs?

Just pass that weed like flying colors

Light green teal turquoise, purple

When I'm in a room, if these walls could talk

I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal

Poppa was a rolling stone, worthless

Momma said I wasn't on, purpose

That's why I got a ice box where my heart used to be in this cold world

I'm a monster, a cold blooded monster

I'm colder than fuckin' Moscow, kilos, ounces, Grammys, Oscars

Knock you off your fuckin' high horse

Like a cold blooded jouster, fighting for my life

Praying to the ring, side announcer

It's so simple that it's complicated, yeah

You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em, yeah

The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin'

'Cause only in still water when we see our face

Real shit, tell 'em

I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it

I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen

I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper, wit' me

Grave yard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper with me

Grave yard, a penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas

I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no

Now beam me up, Scotty