[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
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
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