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dre dog andre nickatina - off that chewy lyrics

how can sick can one n-gg- be
you think i’m off that pcp but it’s chewy!
a lot of n-gg-s never heard of me
i said beware of me
now they scared of me
hu… i said come to my sunday service
n-gg- seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty jim jones
buddha to the head,
steel toes to the dome
potent dank, fools it’s your choice
n-gg-s hate my face but they love my voice
and just like that, i make them bow and nod
kiss the hand of a true dark god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
cause when i say it, i mean no mercy
the frisco hitler, turnin cali to germany
i’m a down m-th-f-cka when my homies call
20 rottweiler my dogs roll up like fog
this was a triple six verse not a triple four
and after this, i’m gonna give you some more

yeah and it don’t stop
yeah and it won’t quit
dre dog is in the house
f-ck that m-th-f-ckin bullsh-t

my father abandoned me, my mother couldn’t handle me
that’s why i made i’ll matter of my family
n-gg- you ain’t sh-t, i’m the lyrical lord
ask what’s up n-gg-, two plus four
cause when i catch you i’m gonna bust your d-ck
roll up a blunt, chewy and tai stick
i snort caine, and do c-cktails
make way for the six five killa whale
that love to box and don’t care if i die
with fists that will open and shut your eye
n-gg-s hate dre dog, so i’ll die one day
but reappear like the lord on easter sunday
yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy
dippin in a caddy, pants h-lla saggy
i don’t play dead, i don’t roll over
turn ya back and i’ll break ya shoulder
a voice that will sufficate your -ss like plastic
a throat that will chug a lug battery acid
i’m dre dog, can you tell i’m high?
n-gg- heres a shovel, dig deep into my mind
you violatin, and a blow ya a chin
and after this m-th-f-cka i’ll come again

yeah and it don’t stop
yeah and it don’t quit
dre dog is in the house
f-ck that m-th-f-ckin bullsh-t

yeah and it won’t stop
yeah and it don’t quit
dre dog is in the house
f-ck that m-th-f-ckin bullsh-t

open up the frisco gates of h-ll
fillmo, hp, dre, rbl
and the siccer i come, the more they run
i’m in a rage, off that indo and cocaine
you got my fade n-gg- that was my chewy
f-ck ya crew cause ya crew never knew me
and just like the world turns m-th-f-ckas will burn like mace
when dre dog is in ya face
so come n-gg-, but i’m a come quicker
finger nails will make ya call me jack the ripper
and then i’ll crack yo back like a flower seed
punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed
dre dog won’t stop
cause it’s 187 on a m-th-f-ckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya d-mn d-ck
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, n-gg- lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch the red eyes
plot, watch me plot
911, 415, coughnut i’m in a hot spot
get ya glock, and ya guage your there for me
and fortay get the rest of ocp
and all the punks will pound them
you want to hear this with a beat n-gg-, buy the f-ckin alb-m
but for now heres a scripture,
in the back of the bible you’ll see my picture
i’ll matter, rbl, fortay, as i trip on caine
and man i’m ghost and oh yeah sweet dreams

- dre dog andre nickatina lyrics

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