Off That Chewy Lyrics - Singles - Dre Dog (andre Nickatina)

how can sick can one nigga be 

you think im off that PCP but its Chewy! 

a lot of niggas never heard of me 

i said beware of me 

now they scared of me 

hu...i said come to my sunday service 

nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous 

the niggity nasty Jim Jones 

boot ya in the head, 

steal toes to the dome 

poted dank, fools its your choice 

niggas hate my face but they love my voice 

and just like that, i make them ball and nob 

kiss the hand of a true dog god 

cross ya heart foo, and hope to die 

cause you will die when you crucify 

cause i gots frisco all sewed up 

pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts 

cause when i say it, i mean no mercy 

the frisco hitler, turnin cali to germany 

im a down muthafucka when my homies call 

20 rock while my dogs roll up like fog 

this was a triple six verse not a triple four 

and after this, im gonna give you some more 

yeah and it don't stop 

yeah and it won't quit 

dre dog is in the house 

fuck that muthafuckin bullshit 

my father abandoned me, my mother couldn't handle me 

thats why i made ill mater of my family 

nigga you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord 

ask whats up nigga, two plus four 

cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick 

roll up a blunt, chewy and tai stick 

i snort caine, and do cocktails 

make way for the six five killa whale 

that love to box and don't care if i die 

with fists that will open and shut your eye 

niggas hate dre dog, so i'll die one day 

but reappear like the lord on easter sunday 

yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy 

dippin in a caddy, pant hood a saggy 

i don't play dead, i don't roll over 

turn ya back and i'll break ya shoulder 

a voice that will sufficate your ass like plastic 

a throat that will chug a lug battery acid 

im dre dog, can you tell im high? 

nigga heres a shovel, dig deep into my mind 

you violatin, and a blow ya a chin 

and after this muthafucka i'll come again 

yeah and it don't stop 

yeah and it don't quit 

dre dog is in the house 

fuck that muthafuckin bullshit 

yeah and it won't stop 

yeah and it don't quit 

dre dog is in the house 

fuck that muthafuckin bullshit 

open up the frisco gates of hell 

fillmo, HP, dre, RBL 

and the siccer i come, the more they run 

im in a rage, off that indo and cocaine 

you got my fade nigga that was my chewy 

Fuck ya crew cause ya crew never knew me 

and just like the world turns muthafucka that burns like mase 

when dre dog is in ya face 

so come nigga, but im a come quicker 

finger nails will make ya call me jack the ripper 

and then i'll crack yo back like a flower seed 

punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed 

dre dog won't stop 

cause its 187 on a muthafuckin cop 

and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick 

by a reckless young black pit 

indo or tai, nigga lets get high 

2 to 3 blunts and watch the red eyes 

plot, watch me plot 

911, 415, coughnut im in a hot spot 

get ya glock, and ya guage your there for me 

and fortay get the rest of OCP 

and all the punks will pound them 

you want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album 

but for now heres a scripture, 

in the back of the bible you'll see my picture 

ill mannered, RBL, fortay, its a triple team 

and man im ghost and oh yeah sweet dreams