[Intro]
Couldn't handle the dank, the reason? Bammer joints
Don't gimme no bammer weed
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC
Domino, you HIV positive-ass n***as
Aw, n***a, fuck you
I need a straw, man
Here you go
Ooh, this shit got me seein' 3-D, hahaha
What they want, mayne? (Answer that)
Ain't that bitch that be with it, too
No play, once-a-month bleedin', ragged-ass bitch
Hey, Pooh, get the phone
Who this, mayne?
Ready? Go (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I smoke chewy like a motherfuckin' nut
You got a gram bag, hit the Zags and roll 'er 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 blazed like it's barbecue beef
It ain't nothin like a blunt full of funk in your teeth, yeah
I'm a skinny 6'5" motherfucker
If you 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 little closer and I'ma show you I'ma punch ya
And if I can't beat you, I'll get my gun and I'ma buck you
Turn you over like a bitch, pull out my dick and I'ma fuck ya
And like a fiend for the weed, I'll tweak
Four fifteens in your trunk, that's beat
Proper-ass amps, Zapco, Alpine
Puts the coke on the dash, roll a dollar, do a line
Pump RBL, maybe "1, 2, 3"
Or some funky shit by the I.M.P. 
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin' jet
Fuck a nine-to-five, I'ma juke on the set
Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a n***a's nose
The shit clears my sinuses just like a shower
Indo or Thai, 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?
Ooh, it's Janine, she licks my dick clean
Come right away and 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, oh, I think she got mad
'Cause I killed 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 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 what?)
For me to get high and you to get drunk
We smoke dope, we raps and these hoes we fuck
[Interlude]
Hey man, who was that, man?
Man, that was TC
He said tonight RBL and Totally got a show out in Pier 50
He said it's cool for you to do it if you want to
Ooh, it's gon' be hoes, n***a
Hell yeah, n***a, yeah
Ten, n***a, pay me
Yeah, like that?
Hey, um, remind me to buy TC a motherfuckin' forty (Alright)
Ready? Go (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Fool, I'm high as hell from snortin' that girl
Rushed Mr. C so I can tidy up the curl
Out that shop, hoes do jock
Since my Cutty is a rag, I will drop top
See the freak on the block, think her name was Kim
The stoner in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
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 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, here's a gram in my coat (What you got?)
Cocaine blunts (What?) and hip hop tapes (What?)
Rubber, car keys, an ID that's fake
And rhymes do pay, so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow, they should call me Dre Blow
'Cause I don't drink beer, I don't drink gin
Bust a freak, hit the pussy, then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog, don't laugh, ain't a damn thing funny
When n***a talk to freaks who man ain't got no money
I don't smoke enough blunts, fool, to fill my brain
Chewy, boy, a doobie, raw cut cocaine
And n***as get pumped when they smell dank aroma
And 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 raps, and these hoes I fuck
[Outro]
Go, haha (Yeah)
Go, yeah (Yeah)
Go (Yeah)
Go (Yeah)
Go (Yeah)
Go, haha (Yeah)
Go (Yeah)
Go, Dre Dog (Yeah)
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