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I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! We got eight balls, sevens, fourteens, and Oz Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys, aha Half of chicken whole chicken, niggas got to cup and go, Yo, I said you niggas got to cup and go! This is like fast food, nigga, may I take your order? I require nothing cooking but baking soda and water (ice, cold!) That's crack inside that Pyrex We get the work, then move the work the pressure we apply next. Every now and then, a nigga set-trip (oh, OK!) ...BMW, I'm electric (here we go!) Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic (once again!) Shit pop off when I'm rhyming, I protect it Fuck around! I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale SongtexteI put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo Aha, yeah! Bagging up half a brick, my lawyer sitting on the couch He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth, aha! (I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale) I'm all Kushed out, coke under my (fingernail) My uncle been playing' with that powder, and I can tell (what?) You know that crack smell, and he looking all frail, uhh My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell Now the feds on her trail, I just got the email (shit crazy!) But I'm still cookie up babies Hooking up my niggas daily with this dope Get out and get some, nigga, can't pay me if you broke, no Let a nigga hang himself, just give him enough rope I get it fresh out the boat! I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! Yeah, numbers don't lie, scales don't either Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya Out with some bitches, fiends wanna call In the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call When I'm waiting on them, man they never call The life of a hustler in a nutshell G5 eating snakes, soup and raw fish Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker My side bitch is like Glance Barrow They start to shoot you up shit's creek without a paddle They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold Catch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold My nigga flipping on his P.O. cause he can't travel You owe me, I take your child for collateral. Gun wave, 'hello!' Shots echo Won't save money, switch to get go You known from the ghetto! I ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green When they coward belly yellow Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screaming, "hold on!" Hold on! You see my face and let go I'm from the N.O.; better check the death toll You was playing Casanova, cooking bitches casserole I was on the ... me and red taggin' toes On the Greyhound bus, pounds in my baggy clothes, huh! I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale It's time to re-up what my scale read! Aus Songtexte Mania