I smoke chewy like a mother f**ing nut
You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a n***a like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutla** with the n***as 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**er
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**h pull out my dick and im a f** ya
like a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 15's in ur trunk thats beat
proper a** amps zapco, alpine
put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky sh** by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherf**ing 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***as nose
the sh** clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or tide blend it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a hard a** dick
ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick b**h
oooh its Janine, she licked my dick clean
cum right away bring a dime bag of weed
Like a n***a thats sick, caught up in the groove
k** the p**y bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad
Because I k**ed 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***a Cougnut n***a let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my n***a 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**ed her best friend
It's a pity I'm a n***a that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and hair
Cuz everywhere I go it's the same damn song
n***a smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog n***a 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**y then I try to f** her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When n***as 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 c**aine
And n***as 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**