Andre Nickatina - Smokedope And Rap lyrics

I smoke chewy like a mother f**ing nut You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up 'cause 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 thai 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 quickies all i need she got mad Because I k**ed 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 rolled eyes 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 fuuck Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl brush Mr. Cee so I could tidy up the 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 '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 aroma When they smell dank aroma 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**