I smoke chewy like a mother f****** nut
You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up
Cuz a n**** like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the n***** 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" m***********
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**** pull out my d*** and im a f*** ya
like a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 15's in ur trunk thats beat
proper a** amps abco, alpine
put the c**e on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky s*** by the I.M.P
now im high like a m************ jet
f*** a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
slang these thangs and f*** these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a n***** nose
the s*** clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or tide blend it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a hard a** d***
ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick b****
oooh its Janine, she licked my d*** clean
c** right away bring a dime bag of weed
Like a n**** thats sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the p**** 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**** Cougnut n**** let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my n**** 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 fuuck
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 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 f***** her best friend
It's a pity I'm a n**** that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and hair
Cuz everywhere I go it's the same d*** song
n**** smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog n**** 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**** then I try to f*** her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a d*** thing funny
When n***** 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***** 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***
You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up
Cuz a n**** like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the n***** 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" m***********
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**** pull out my d*** and im a f*** ya
like a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 15's in ur trunk thats beat
proper a** amps abco, alpine
put the c**e on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky s*** by the I.M.P
now im high like a m************ jet
f*** a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
slang these thangs and f*** these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a n***** nose
the s*** clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or tide blend it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a hard a** d***
ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick b****
oooh its Janine, she licked my d*** clean
c** right away bring a dime bag of weed
Like a n**** thats sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the p**** 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**** Cougnut n**** let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my n**** 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 fuuck
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 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 f***** her best friend
It's a pity I'm a n**** that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and hair
Cuz everywhere I go it's the same d*** song
n**** smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog n**** 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**** then I try to f*** her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a d*** thing funny
When n***** 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***** 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***