Digital Scale
Hook: (x2)
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 sh*t get hectic (once again!)
sh*t pop off when I'm rhyming, I protect it
f**k around!
Hook: (x2)
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 (sh*t 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!
Hook: (x2)
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 b**ches, 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 b**ch is like Bonnie Parker
My side b**ch is like Glance Barrow
They start to shoot you up sh*t'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 b**ches casserole
I was on the ... me and red taggin' toes
On the Greyhound bus, pounds in my baggy clothes, huh!
Hook: (x2)
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!
