Dre Dog - Smoke Dope And Rap Lyrics
I smoke chewy like a motha*****in nutYou got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her upCuz a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm highGet the Visine for the tight red eyesJump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the setThe blunt went out but we ain't done yetGet another one blaze like a barbeque beefIt ain't nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya teethYeah, I'm a skinny 6'5 mother*****erIf you didn't know me you would think I was a cluckerBut I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a duckerCome a little closer I'm a show you I'm a punch yaAnd if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck youTurn you over like a ***** and I'm a ***** yaAnd like a fiend for the weed I'll tweakFour 15's in your trunk that's beefProper ass amps ??? AlpinePut the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a linePump RBL maybe 1,2,3Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.Now I'm high like a mother*****in jet***** a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the setSlang these thangs and ***** these hoesOne line at a time goes up a nigga's noseThe shit clears my sinuses just like a showerIndo or the tide blend it in with the powderNow I'm chewy high with a hard ass dickOh there go my pager could it be a trick *****?Oh it's Janine, she lick my dick cleanCome right away and bring a dime bag of weedLike a nigga that's sick caught up in the grooveKill the ***** bust a nut and like a vet stick and moveOut of that house a quickie I know she got madBecause I killed it and I didn't bring the weedI did bring the weed but I left in my CuttyDid you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)No, Dre Dog won't dieSee my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get highHe said I got the drank and you got the dankHe said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the placeFor me to get high and you to get drunkWe smoke dope we rap and these hoes we *****Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girlRush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curlOut that shop hoes do jockSee my Cutty in a rag I will drop topSee the freak on the block I think her name was KimJust stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg SlimI said how you doin, my name is Dre DogYou give me your number I'll give you a callShe said my hair looked proper as it blew in the windBut I can't have her number cuz I *****ed her best friendIt's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't careExcept for my dope my money and hairCuz everywhere I go it's the same damn songNigga smoke more dope than Cheech and ChongI love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liarThe Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard PryorI'm true to the dope that I smoke no jokeCheck me right now there's a gram in my coatCocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)Rubber car keys and ID that's fakeAnd rhymes do pay so my pockets do growI snort so much snow that they should call me Dre BlowCuz I don't drink beer I don't drink ginBust the freak hit the ***** then I try to ***** her friendsDre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funnyWhen niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no moneyI done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brainChewy boy do me raw cut cocaineAnd niggas get pumped when they smell dank-a-romaWhen they smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the cornerThey offer me drank but I don't get drunkI smoke dope I rap and these hoes I *****
