Smoke Dope And Rap Lyrics - Singles - Dre Dog (andre Nickatina)

I smoke chewy like a mothafuckin nut 

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

'cause a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high 

Get the Visine for the tight red eyes 

Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set 

The blunt went out but we ain't done yet 

Get another one blaze like a barbeque beef 

It ain't nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth 

Yeah, I'm a skinny 6'5 motherfucker 

If you didn't know me you would think I was a clucker 

But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker 

Come a little closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya 

And if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck you 

Turn you over like a little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya 

And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak 

Four 15's in your trunk that's beef 

Proper ass amps ??? Alpine 

Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line 

Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3 

Or the funky shit by the I.M.P. 

Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet 

Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set 

Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes 

One line at a time goes up a nigga's nose 

The shit clears my sinuses just like a shower 

Indo or the tide blend it in with the powder 

Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick 

Oh there go my pager could it be a trick bitch? 

Oh it's Janine, she lick my dick clean 

Come right away and bring a dime bag of weed 

Like a nigga that's sick caught up in the groove 

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

Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad 

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

I did bring the weed but I left in the my Cutty 

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

No, Dre Dog won't die 

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 fuck 

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl 

Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a 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 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-a-roma 

When they smell dank-a-roma 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