E-Dubble - The Dude lyrics
[E-Dubble - The Dude lyrics]
With a hand in my pocket
My jambox is knockin'
Sixteen spitter, no quitter, I'm locked in
Get away with murder, you're Cochran
Who plays OJ? I call not him
Not lifeless - biteless, no cockin'
Write verses twisted like Top Spin
Hope for the best, prep for that pop shit
I'm unconscious, you're just mindless
I'm mindful, rhyming on time
It's appropriate when I yield to that dime
I'm fine, she's fine, chug two beer steins
Coitus sounds neat, leave clothes behind
So nuts, my fresh is jammed up
Bandana collection is straight up, ugh!
I'm sick, I spit the bird flu
Who are you? (What?) i'm the dude! (Who?)
I'm the dude (What?) i'm a dude (yeah?)
I'm the dude home breezy, I spit it 'til
It's lights out, if you feel the same
Say it right now who are you? (What?)
I'm the dude! (Who?) i'm the dude (What?)
I'm a dude (yeah?) i'm the dude little lady
And I could be your dude
If you feel the same, then you're cool
My bread's not sweet
I believe it's not butter
But who the fuck cares, compared to no other
Your shutter speed's slow, no flow
Just stutters
Put yourself next to me, I'm Scatman Crothers
Bee ba doo dop, call Sally Struthers
You need a new job, you've blown you cover
I'm after the thighs like Suzanne Somers
To the point where the ladies
Try to break my rubbers, what?
That unfortunate, my spit keeps burning
I'm scorching it
This beat's had enough, yep, I tortured it
About to go numb, that darn morphine drip
Old school, my game got no rules
Some food for thought
I got brain and whole foods
Pro tools is how I pay dues
Stay away from fakes
I don't drink the O'Douls
These brand new cats with
These real cool beats
Synthesize bass lines 'til they
Sound real mean
I ain't hating homeboy, I can move my feet
All I'm saying is I was
Chopping samples at sixteen
With my Doctor sample, my 3-0-3
Trust me, it didn't sound nothing like 3Oh!3
Became a spitter when I couldn't find an MC
Now I do it all, go hard, two cribs
No renting
My jambox is knockin'
Sixteen spitter, no quitter, I'm locked in
Get away with murder, you're Cochran
Who plays OJ? I call not him
Not lifeless - biteless, no cockin'
Write verses twisted like Top Spin
Hope for the best, prep for that pop shit
I'm unconscious, you're just mindless
I'm mindful, rhyming on time
It's appropriate when I yield to that dime
I'm fine, she's fine, chug two beer steins
Coitus sounds neat, leave clothes behind
So nuts, my fresh is jammed up
Bandana collection is straight up, ugh!
I'm sick, I spit the bird flu
Who are you? (What?) i'm the dude! (Who?)
I'm the dude (What?) i'm a dude (yeah?)
I'm the dude home breezy, I spit it 'til
It's lights out, if you feel the same
Say it right now who are you? (What?)
I'm the dude! (Who?) i'm the dude (What?)
I'm a dude (yeah?) i'm the dude little lady
And I could be your dude
If you feel the same, then you're cool
My bread's not sweet
I believe it's not butter
But who the fuck cares, compared to no other
Your shutter speed's slow, no flow
Just stutters
Put yourself next to me, I'm Scatman Crothers
Bee ba doo dop, call Sally Struthers
You need a new job, you've blown you cover
I'm after the thighs like Suzanne Somers
To the point where the ladies
Try to break my rubbers, what?
That unfortunate, my spit keeps burning
I'm scorching it
This beat's had enough, yep, I tortured it
About to go numb, that darn morphine drip
Old school, my game got no rules
Some food for thought
I got brain and whole foods
Pro tools is how I pay dues
Stay away from fakes
I don't drink the O'Douls
These brand new cats with
These real cool beats
Synthesize bass lines 'til they
Sound real mean
I ain't hating homeboy, I can move my feet
All I'm saying is I was
Chopping samples at sixteen
With my Doctor sample, my 3-0-3
Trust me, it didn't sound nothing like 3Oh!3
Became a spitter when I couldn't find an MC
Now I do it all, go hard, two cribs
No renting