Smoke Dope & Rap Live - Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

I smoke chewy like a mother *** nut You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up Cause a *** like me, can't fake it when I'm high Get the visine for the tight red eyes Jumped in the Cutlass with the *** 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" *** 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 *** pull out my *** and I'm a *** ya Like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak 4 15's in your trunk that's beat Proper *** 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 *** by the I.M.P Now I'm high like a *** jet *** a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set Slang these thangs and *** these hoes, One line at a time goes up a *** nose The *** clean my sinuses just like a shower Indo or tide blend it in with the powder Now I'm chewy high with a hard *** *** Ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick *** Oooh it's Janine, she licked my *** clean *** right away bring a dime bag of weed Like a *** that's sick, caught up in the groove Kill the *** 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 *** *** *** let's get high He said I got the drank and you got the dank He said my *** 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 *** 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 *** her best friend It's a pity I'm a *** that just don't care Except for my dope my money and hair Cause everywhere I go it's the same damn song *** smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar The Dre Dog *** 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 *** 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 *** then I try to *** her friends Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny When *** 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 *** And *** 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 ***