Smokedope And Rap Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut 

You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up 

'cause a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high 

Get the visine for the tight red eyes 

Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set 

The blunt went out, but we aint done yet 

Get another one blaze like its barbeque beef 

it aint nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth 

yea, im a skinny 6'5" motherfucker 

if u didnt know me, you would think i was a clucker 

but im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker 

come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya 

and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya 

turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and im a fuck ya 

like a fiend for the weed ill tweak 

4 15's in ur trunk thats beat 

proper ass amps zapco, alpine 

put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line 

pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3 

or the funky shit by the I.M.P 

now im high like a motherfucking jet 

fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set 

slang these thangs and fuck these hoes, 

one line at a time goes up a niggas nose 

the shit clean my sinuses just like a shower 

indo or thai blend it in with the powder 

now im chewy high with a hard ass dick 

ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch 

oooh its Janine, she licked my dick clean 

cum right away bring a dime bag of weed 

Like a nigga thats sick, caught up in the groove 

Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move 

Out of that house a quickies all i need she got mad 

Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed 

I did bring the weed but I left in my Cutty 

Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah) 

No, Dre Dog rolled eyes 

See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high 

He said I got the drank and you got the dank 

He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place 

For me to get high and you to get drunk 

We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuuck 

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl 

brush Mr. Cee so I could tidy up the curl 

Out that shop hoes do jock 

See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top 

See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim 

Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim 

I said hi how you doin, my name is Dre Dog 

You give me your number I'll give you a call 

She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind 

But I can't have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend 

It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care 

Except for my dope my money and hair 

'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn song 

Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong 

I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar 

The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard Pryor 

I'm true to the dope that I smoke no joke 

Check me right now there's a gram in my coat 

Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?) 

Rubber car keys and ID that's fake 

And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow 

I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow 

'cause I don't drink beer I don't drink gin 

Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends 

Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny 

When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money 

I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain 

Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine 

And niggas get pumped when they smell dank aroma 

When they smell dank aroma then they know I'm on the corner 

They offer me drank but I don't get drunk 

I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I fuck