I smoke chewy like a m********** nut
You got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a n**** like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the n***** 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 m***********
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 little b**** and I'm a f*** ya
And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in your trunk that's beef
Proper a** amps ??? Alpine
Put the c**e on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky s*** by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a m*********** jet
f*** a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and f*** these hoes
One line at a time goes up a n****'s nose
The s*** 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 a** d***
Oh there go my pager could it be a trick b****?
Oh it's Janine, she lick my d*** clean
Come right away and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a n**** that's 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 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**** 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 f***
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 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 hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a n**** like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the n***** 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 m***********
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 little b**** and I'm a f*** ya
And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in your trunk that's beef
Proper a** amps ??? Alpine
Put the c**e on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky s*** by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a m*********** jet
f*** a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and f*** these hoes
One line at a time goes up a n****'s nose
The s*** 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 a** d***
Oh there go my pager could it be a trick b****?
Oh it's Janine, she lick my d*** clean
Come right away and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a n**** that's 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 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**** 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 f***
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 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***