Correction Lyrics Scottie Pippen (Version 2) by Lil Wayne

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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 sh*t

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 n***as be lying
These n***as 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 cuddle 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 b*t*h some sh*t from her favorite designer
And a chihuahua
What's the occasion? Don't worry about it
I don't f**k 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
b*t*h, we in the building, we started from outside
My d**k is my third eye and she call it c*ck eyed
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360
She get so wet, it can be sea sickening
n***as expect some sort of leniency
I'm in high def, but why are you screening me?
I'm Weezy F-U, with a sick d**k
Hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick
Playin' my role, even 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 f**kin' Moscow, kilos, ounces, Grammies, Oscars
Knock you off your f**kin' high horse
Like a cold blooded jouster, fighting for my life
Praying to the ring-side announcer

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