I smoke chewy like a mother fucking 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 Cutlass 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" motherfucker
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 bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
Like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
4 15's in your trunk that's beat
Proper ass 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 shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a n***as nose
The shit clean my sinuses just like a shower
Indo or tide blend it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick
Ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
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
Kill the pussy 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 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 fuck
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 fucked 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 pussy then I try to fuck 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 cocaine
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 fuck