I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
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You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
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Cause a nigga like me, can't fake it when I'm high
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Get the visine for the tight red eyes
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Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
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The blunt went out, but we ain't done yet
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Get another one blaze like it's barbeque beef
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It ain't nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
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Yea, I'm a skinny 6'5" motherfucker
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If u didn't know me, you would think I was a clucker
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But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker
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Come a lil closer I'm a show u I'm a punch ya
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And if I can't beat u get my gun and I'm a buck ya
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Turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
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Like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
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4 15's in your trunk that's beat
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Proper ass amps abco, alpine
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Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
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Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
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Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
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Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
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Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
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Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes,
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One line at a time goes up a niggas nose
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The shit clean my sinuses just like a shower
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Indo or tide blend it in with the powder
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Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick
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Ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
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Oooh it's Janine, she licked my dick clean
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Cum right away bring a dime bag of weed
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Like a nigga that's sick, caught up in the groove
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Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
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Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad
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Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed
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I did bring the weed but I left in the my Cutty
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Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
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No, Dre Dog won't die
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See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high
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He said I got the drank and you got the dank
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He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
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For me to get high and you to get drunk
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We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuck
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Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl
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Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
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Out that shop hoes do jock
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See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top
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See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim
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Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
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I said how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
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You give me your number I'll give you a call
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She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
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But I can't have her number cause I fucked her best friend
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It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care
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Except for my dope my money and hair
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Cause everywhere I go it's the same damn song
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Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
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I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
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The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard Pryor
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I'm true to the dope that I smoke no joke
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Check me right now there's a gram in my coat
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Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
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Rubber car keys and ID that's fake
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And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow
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I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow
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Cause I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
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Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
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Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny
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When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
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I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain
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Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine
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And niggas get pumped when they smell dank-a-roma
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When they smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the corner
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They offer me drank but I don't get drunk
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I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I fuck
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Smoke Dope & Rap Live
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Andre Nickatina |