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I smoke chewy like a mother f**king nut |
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You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up |
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'cause a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high |
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Get the visine for the tight red eyes |
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Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set |
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The blunt went out, but we aint done yet |
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Get another one blaze like its barbeque beef |
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it aint nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth |
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yea, im a skinny 6'5" motherf**ker |
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if u didnt know me, you would think i was a clucker |
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but im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker |
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come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya |
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and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya |
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turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and im a f**k ya |
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like a fiend for the weed ill tweak |
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4 15's in ur trunk thats beat |
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proper ass amps zapco, alpine |
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put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line |
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pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3 |
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or the funky shit by the I.M.P |
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now im high like a motherf**king jet |
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f**k a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set |
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slang these thangs and f**k these hoes, |
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one line at a time goes up a niggas nose |
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the shit clean my sinuses just like a shower |
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indo or tide blend it in with the powder |
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now im chewy high with a hard ass dick |
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ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch |
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oooh its Janine, she licked my dick clean |
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cum right away bring a dime bag of weed |
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Like a nigga thats sick, caught up in the groove |
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Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move |
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Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad |
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Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed |
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I did bring the weed but I left in my Cutty |
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Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah) |
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No, Dre Dog won't die |
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See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high |
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He said I got the drank and you got the dank |
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He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place |
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For me to get high and you to get drunk |
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We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuuck |
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Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl |
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Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl |
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Out that shop hoes do jock |
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See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top |
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See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim |
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Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim |
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I said hi how you doin, my name is Dre Dog |
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You give me your number I'll give you a call |
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She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind |
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But I can't have her number 'cause I f**ked her best friend |
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It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care |
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Except for my dope my money and hair |
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'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn song |
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Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong |
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I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar |
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The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard Pryor |
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I'm true to the dope that I smoke no joke |
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Check me right now there's a gram in my coat |
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Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?) |
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Rubber car keys and ID that's fake |
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And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow |
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I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow |
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'cause I don't drink beer I don't drink gin |
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Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to f**k her friends |
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Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny |
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When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money |
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I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain |
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Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine |
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And niggas get pumped when they smell dank-a-roma |
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When they smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the corner |
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They offer me drank but I don't get drunk |
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I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I f**k |
