Smoke Dope and Rap

Lyrics

[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 niggas Aw, nigga, 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 nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high Get the Visine for the tight red eyes Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas 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 nigga'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 nigga 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 nigga Cougnut, nigga, let's get high He said, "I got the drank and you got the dank" He said, "My nigga 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, nigga Hell yeah, nigga, yeah Ten, nigga, 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 nigga that just don't care Except for my dope, my money and hair 'Cause everywhere I go, it's the same damn song Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong I love to tell the truth, but I'm such a good liar The Dre Dog nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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) '92