Smoke Dope & Rap Live lyrics

I smoke chewy like a mother f*cking nut
You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cause a n*gga like me, can't fake it when I'm high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the n*ggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like it's barbeque beef
It ain't nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yea, I'm a skinny 6'5" motherf*cker
If u 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 lil closer I'm a show u I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat u get my gun and I'm a buck ya
Turn u over like a b*tch pull out my di*k and I'm a f*ck ya
Like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
4 15's in your trunk that's beat
Proper ass amps abco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky sh*t by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherf*cking jet
f*ck a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and f*ck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a n*ggas nose
The sh*t clean my sinuses just like a shower
Indo or tide blend it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass di*k
Ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick b*tch
Oooh it's Janine, she licked my di*k clean
c*m right away bring a dime bag of weed
Like a n*gga that's sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pus*y 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 n*gga Cougnut n*gga let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my n*gga 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 f*ck
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 f*cked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a n*gga that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and hair
Cause everywhere I go it's the same damn song
n*gga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog n*gga 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 pus*y then I try to f*ck her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 f*ck