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andre nickatina – smoke dope weed raps lyrics

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i smoke chewy like a mother f-cking nut
you got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
cuz a n-gg- like me, cant fake it when im high
get the visine for the tight red eyes
jumped in the cutl-ss with the n-gg-s 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 motherf-cker
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 b-tch pull out my d-ck and im a f-ck ya
like a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 15’s in ur trunk thats beat
proper -ss amps zapco, alpine
put the c-ke 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 im high like a motherf-cking jet
f-ck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
slang these thangs and f-ck these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a n-gg-s nose
the sh-t clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or tide blend it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a hard -ss d-ck
ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick b-tch
oooh its janine, she licked my d-ck clean
c-m right away bring a dime bag of weed
like a n-gg- thats sick, caught up in the groove
kill the p-ssy 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-gg- cougnut n-gg- let’s get high
he said i got the drank and you got the dank
he said my n-gg- 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 h-ll 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 f-cked her best friend
it’s a pity i’m a n-gg- that just don’t care
except for my dope my money and hair
cuz everywhere i go it’s the same d-mn song
n-gg- smoke more dope than cheech and chong
i love to tell the truth but i’m such a good liar
the dre dog n-gg- 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
cuz i don’t drink beer i don’t drink gin
bust the freak hit the p-ssy then i try to f-ck her friends
dre dog don’t laugh ain’t a d-mn thing funny
when n-gg-s 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-gg-s 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



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