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dre dog - smoke dope and rap lyrics

i smoke chewy like a mothaf-ckin nut
you got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up
cuz a n-gg- like me can’t fake it when i’m high
get the visine for the tight red eyes
jump in the cutl-ss with the n-gg-s 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 motherf-cker
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 b-tch and i’m a f-ck ya
and like a fiend for the weed i’ll tweak
four 15’s in your trunk that’s beef
proper -ss amps? alpine
put the c-ke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
pump rbl maybe 1, 2, 3
or the funky sh-t by the i.m.p.
now i’m high like a motherf-ckin jet
f-ck a 9 to 5 i’m 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 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 -ss d-ck
oh there go my pager could it be a trick b-tch?
oh it’s janine, she lick my d-ck clean
come right away and bring a dime bag of weed
like a n-gg- that’s 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 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 j

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