Andre Nickatina - Smoke Dope & Rap Live lyrics

I smoke chewy like a mother f**ing nut You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up Cause a n***a like me, can't fake it when I'm 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 ain't done yet Get another one blaze like it's barbeque beef It ain't nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth Yea, I'm a skinny 6'5" motherf**er If u 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 lil closer I'm a show u I'm a punch ya And if I can't beat u get my gun and I'm a buck ya Turn u over like a b**h pull out my dick and I'm a f** ya Like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak 4 15's in your trunk that's beat Proper a** amps abco, 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 I'm high like a motherf**ing 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***as nose The sh** clean my sinuses just like a shower Indo or tide blend it in with the powder Now I'm chewy high with a hard a** dick Ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick b**h Oooh it's Janine, she licked my dick clean Cum right away bring a dime bag of weed Like a n***a that's 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 cause 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 Cause 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 Cause 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**