SmokEdope & Rap Live歌词

I smoke chewy like a mother ****ing nut
You got a gram bag get the zags and roll her up
'cause a ***** like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the *****s 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" ************
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 ***** pull out my **** and im a **** ya
like a fiend for the **** ill tweak
4 15's in ur trunk thats beat
proper ass 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 ***t by the I.M.P
now im high like a mother****ing jet
**** a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
slang these thangs and **** these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a *****s nose
the ***t clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or tide blend it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a hard ass ****
ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick *****
oooh its Janine, she licked my **** clean
cum right away bring a dime bag of ****
Like a ***** thats 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 ****
I did bring the **** 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 ***** Cougnut ***** 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 **** we rap and these hoes we fuuck
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 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 ****ed her best friend
It's a pity I'm a ***** that just don't care
Except for my **** my money and hair
'cause everywhere I go it's the same damn song
***** smoke more **** 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 **** 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 *****s 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 *****s 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 **** I rap and these hoes I ****