Smoke Dope and Rap Chords by Dre Dog

[Intro]
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■ I ■ smoke chewy like a mothafuckin nut


[Verse]
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You got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up
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Cuz a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high
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Get the Visine for the tight red eyes
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Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
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The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
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Get another one blaze like a barbeque beef
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It ain't nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
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Yeah I'm a skinny six'five motherfucker
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If you didn't know me you would think I was a clucker
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But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker
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Come a little closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya
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And if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck you
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Turn you over like a bitch and I'm a fuck ya
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And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
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Four fifteen's in your trunk that's beef
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Proper ass amps Alpine
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Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
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Pump RBL maybe one two three
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Or the funky shit by the IMP
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Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
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Fuck a nine to five I'm a juke on the set
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Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes
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One line at a time goes up a nigga's nose
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The shit clears my sinuses just like a shower
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Indo or the tide blend it in with the powder
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Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick
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Oh there go my pager could it be a trick bitch
               F7                    
Oh it's Janine she lick my dick clean
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Come right away and bring a dime bag of weed
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Like a nigga that's sick caught up in the groove
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Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
                    F7                        
Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad
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Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed
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I did bring the weed but I left in my Cutty
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Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy
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No Dre Dog won't die
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See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high
                  F7                        
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
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He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
              F7                       
For me to get high and you to get drunk


[Bridge]
                                    C  E7     
We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we ■  fuck
                          E7                
Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl


[Verse]
        F7                             
Rush Mr Cee so I could tie me up a curl
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Out that shop hoes do jock
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See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top
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See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim
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Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
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I said how you doin my name is Dre Dog
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You give me your number I'll give you a call
                        F7                           
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
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But I can't have her number cuz I fucked her best friend
                  F7                        
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care
              F7                    
Except for my dope my money and hair
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Cuz everywhere I go it's the same damn song
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Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
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I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
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The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard Pryor
                Ab                       
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no joke
               Ab                           
Check me right now there's a gram in my coat
        Ab                      
Cocaine blunts and hip hop tapes
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Rubber car keys and I'd that's fake
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And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow
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I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow
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Cuz I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
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Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
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Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny
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When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
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I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain
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Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine
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And niggas get pumped when they smell dankaroma
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When they smell dankaroma then they know I'm on the corner
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They offer me drank but I don't get drunk
               Ab                       
I smoke dope I rap and these hoes I fuck


[Chorus]
C7 Fm F7 C7 C
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