Andre Nickatina - Smoke Dope And Rap (Live) lyrics

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**