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? 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? 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? 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.
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I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up Cuz a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high Get the visine for the tight red eyes Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set The blunt went out, but we aint done yet Get another one blaze like its barbeque beef it aint nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth yea, im a skinny 6'5" motherfucker if u didnt know me, you would think i was a clucker but im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and im a fuck ya like a fiend for the weed ill tweak 4 15's in ur trunk thats 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 shit by the I. P now im high like a motherfucking jet fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set slang these thangs and fuck these hoes, one line at a time goes up a niggas nose the shit clean my sinuses just like a shower indo or tide blend it in with the powder now im chewy high with a hard ass dick ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch oooh its Janine, she licked my dick clean cum right away bring a dime bag of weed Like a nigga thats 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 the my Cutty Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? 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? 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 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. Andre Nickatina en Noviembre. Todos los artistas.
I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up Cuz a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high Get the visine for the tight red eyes Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set The blunt went out, but we aint done yet Get another one blaze like its barbeque beef it aint nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth yea, im a skinny 6'5 motherfucker if u didnt know me, you would think i was a clucker but im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and im a fuck ya like a fiend for the weed ill tweak 4 15's in ur trunk thats beat proper ass amps zapco, alpine put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3 or the funky shit by the I. P now im high like a motherfucking jet fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set slang these thangs and fuck these hoes, one line at a time goes up a niggas nose the shit clean my sinuses just like a shower indo or tide blend it in with the powder now im chewy high with a hard ass dick ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch oooh its Janine, she licked my dick clean cum right away bring a dime bag of weed Like a nigga thats 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 the my Cutty Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? 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 hi 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? 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 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. Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.
