Choke’n Off Dank

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Chillin' at a house party, me and my 40 Chokin' off dank rolled up in a pierogi Cot everywhere, I mean the bitches was at that I'm peepin' the scene seeing who I'm a mac at This bitch walked in lookin real prizznity With no hesitation, I step to the brizznity Said, "How you doing, baby, can I spit at you? Saucy young tender, can I get at you?" She musta recognized the potent pimpin' on sight 'Cause she was jockin' MD for the rest of the night We smoked dank, and drank Tanqueray I said, "Baby, are you sure you can hang with Dre?" With the party still poppin' we shook the spot Cut to my Brougham and I took the cot For 25 minutes MD was shovin' it She was screaming my name and I could tell she was lovin' it Cock was thrusted, nuts was busted In this no good bitch that some nigga trusted Pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick Went back in the party feeling pimperistic I couldn't help but notice that this nigga was starin' I thought he was trippin' off the clothes I was wearin' But, he stepped to MD and said, "What's up, punk? You been fuckin' my bitch and now I want some funk" I said, "I'm not with the drama so you can save the theatrical I macked on your bitch 'cause she appeared to be mackerble" But instead of this nigga being real on a player He took a step back and tried to steal on a player I said, "Look fool, nobody smashes Dre I throw these thangs like young Cassius Clay" With one blow, I sent the punk to the floor And said, "Get your ass up if you want some more" These niggas ran up, they musta been his crew Now tell me what the fuck was I supposed to do? Cut to the Brougham and got the M-double-8 So I can get these motherfuckers from up out of my face Let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my Cadillac And burned long rubber on them suckers I gatted at Yeah [Verse 2] I got my chopper on my left with my finger on the trigger Rolling in a glasshouse feelin' like that nigga Suckers started static last night now I'm searchin' Finna put some work in, 'gnac got me perkin' Seen a sucker posted with his bitch at the liquor store Put in the clip and go, didn't mean to hit the ho Fully automatic Mac-11 spittin' fast Make sure I get that ass, then I hit the gas Punch it to the hood, switchin' up now I'm back Rolling in the 'Lac, still sippin' 'gnac Rollers to their right get behind me, I don't trip They looking for a nigga in a Chev, I don't slip High speed chase if they want to harass me Put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me Had me kinda 'noid but no longer am I spooked And man, like I said, if they jacked me they was juked Creep to the spot where the homeboys romp Niggas on the dice getting paid shootin' twamps 30 minutes later pockets fat now I'm cool Steppin' out the house, niggas scream "Get that fool" Suckers smash up in the deuce and a squirrel Three bald heads and a nigga with a curl Bullets let loose, I get it in the chest Fools smash off screaming, "Trick, fuck the Crest" Waiting for the motherfuckin' ambulance Thinking to myself: I don't stand a chance Dizzy and my breathing is impossible Next thing I know I'm at the hospital Waking up hurt, fresh out the trauma Looking at my bitch, and my baby's mama They tryna act cool, but I know they hate it My baby's mama said, "Damn Dre, you barely made it" Straight tore back, sore than a motherfucker Thinking to myself: Man, I gotta smoke another sucker Chillin', illin', back on the street Strapped with my gat laying in the back seat Got a white boy driving looking like a nerd Rolling in a fucked up Thunderbird Got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and Mad than a motherfucker, finna do some blastin' We hit this dope track like we looking for some rocks And I hop out the back door and quickly get to poppin' Suckers start droppin', and I stop cappin' And hop back in, just like nothin' happened I'm puttin' in work, killin' fools dissin' A motherfuckin' savage, a nigga on a mission Yeah