Smoke Dope and Rap

I smoke chewy like a mothafuckin' nut

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

'Cause a **** like me can't fake it when I'm high

Get the Visine for the tight red eyes

Jump in the Cutlass with the **** from the set

The blunt went  out but we ain't done yet

Get another one blaze like it's barbecued beef

It ain't nothin' like a blunt, full of funk in your teeth

Yeah, I'm a skinny six-five 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'ma punch ya

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

Turn you over like a bitch, pull out my dick

And I'm a fuck ya

And like a fiend for the weed for the weed I'll tweak

Four fifteens in your trunk that's beat

Proper ass amps Zapco, Alpine

Puts the coke on the dash roll a dollar, do a line

Pump RBL maybe 1, 2, 3

Or the funky shit by the IMP

Now I'm high like a motherfuckin' jet

Fuck a nine to five I'ma juke on the set

Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes

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

The shit clears my sinuses just like a shower

Indo or the thai blend it in with the powder

Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick

Oh there goes my pager, could it be a trick bitch?

Ooh it's Janine, she lick my dick clean

Come right away, and bring a dime bag of weed

Like a **** that's sick, caught up in the groove

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

Out of that house, a quickie though I think she got mad

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

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

Did you really think I would smoke some dank you dummy?

(yeah) No, Dre Dog won't die

See my **** Cougnut **** let's get high

He said I got the drank, and you got the dank

He said my **** Dre Dog Frisco is the place

(for what?) For me to get high and you to get drunk

We smoke dope, we rap, and these hoes we fuck

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 is a rag I will drop top

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

Just throw her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim

Said, hi, how ya 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 **** that just don't care

Except for my dope, my money, and hair

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

**** smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong

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

The Dre Dog **** 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

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 **** talk to freaks

Who ain't got no money

I don't smoke enough blunts fool

To fill my brain, Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine

And **** 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