Smoke Dope and Rap

I smoke chewy like a mothafuckin nut
 You got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up
 Cuz 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 bitch 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 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
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 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 cuz 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
 Cuz 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 I'd that's fake
 And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow
 I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow
 Cuz 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