I smoke chewy like a mothafuckin nut

You got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up

Cuz a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high

Get the Visine for the tight red eyes

Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set

The blunt went out but we ain't done yet

Get another one blaze like a barbeque beef

It ain't nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya 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 I'm a show you I'm a punch ya

And if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck you

Turn you over like a bitch and I'm a fuck ya

And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak

Four 15's in your trunk that's beef

Proper ass amps ??? Alpine

Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line

Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3

Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.

Now I'm high like a motherfuckin 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 nigga's nose

The shit clears my sinuses just like a shower

Indo or the tide blend it in with the powder

Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick

Oh there go my pager could it be a trick bitch?

Oh it's Janine, she lick 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 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 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 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 cuz 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

Cuz 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 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

Cuz 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 niggas 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 niggas 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