I Am Not A Rapper

I felt nostalgic when I looked in her eyes My sense of logic, can't recall it Think that I might be high We chat it up, just catching up Talkin bout time, how it flies We go our separate ways So ends the day But to my surprise, I realize I smell an odor Another day waking to Folgers I'll make your quota Look you in the face and say "I told ya" At spiritual war, they coming for more But I know that boy is a Soldier Hasan a.k.a Bodie Went to the party And told yo girl to come over They call me Big Scotty Love to get naughty I fucked yo bitch in a past life Walked up to her calmly Sang to her sweetly It turned her on like a gas light Went back to the party Hit my lil two-step Baddies are all up in my sight She told me to call her Homies can stall her I'll take her home if she act right I'll take her home if that ass tight I'm taking up all of the spotlight Don't want no new friends Don't want no new foes I'm simply living the good life I'm hoping to blow, but I just don't know You f*ck wit my shit, so do you want more... do want more? (Wait a minute, hold on... did he just call his self biscotti?) They call me BIG Scotty They call me BIG Scotty They call me BIG Scotty Love to get naughty They call me Big Scotty Love to get naughty I fucked yo bitch in a past life They call me Big Scotty Love to get naughty I fucked yo bitch in a past life They call me Big Scotty Love to get naughty I fucked yo bitch in a past life Walked up to her calmly Sang to her sweetly It turned her on like a gas light