Help Scottie, Help

(album: Dope Dogs - 1998)

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 pimping 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 hawking 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 tweaking for whatever you hope I might drop
You see me coming
You come running top speed up the block
Hoping 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 lying 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 being a pocket full of money, ya see here
I stay paid, my Me being the reason
I got 'em sprung and they're getting me rich season outta season

Say, Homey Girly, you wanna do something for something
Well, go on get your knees dirty
Like you think you got something coming
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 muthafucking thang from me
Once again the gafflin's on
But you be going 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 thinking table cloth
Traveling from the plate to the floor of your mouth to the pipe of your lungs
You asshole eating pyharea at the gums
Having no hustling crumb-snatching
Sack-chasing, pipe-scraping 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 basing
Now you're left with both, pipe-pusher
I'm the mighty Scottie
Cluckers tick me off without trying
Some o' ya going be losing 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 thinking to myself
What would I do if the buster
Was to bash your motherfucking brain?
Not a motherfucking 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