Devin The Dude - The Dude lyrics

What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6ahh well
Hell you know who you
Called so I don't have to tell you that
Bitch what do you want?
Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone?
A dime of weed?
Whatever it is just leave the
Message at the tone or better yet
Fuck it you can call me at home
At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat
Just leave a number I'll call ya back

You have two messages

Bitch what do you want?
Nigga what do you need? A rock hard bone?
A dime of weed? Whatever it is ho you can
Hit him from a phone
But, if ya don't want nothin' leave
Him lone he be gone
See he's known for smokin' skunk
And gettin' drunk without knowin'
He through about twenty bitches and hoes
And he probably fucked yours
But the Dude don't disrespect but
Then he takes no shit
But, if your bitch is in his
Ride then shes gettin' some dick
He moves quick real slick never been
To the pen or the forum
They got stories bout the Dude the
Kids bragged when they saw him
And them laws he don't bomb
That nigga just keep dippin'
Early in the morning flippin' coffee sippin'
Don't be trippin' on niggas they see
Him walk in the sto'
Get him some cigarettes
Cigars and a Colt 4-0
Without payin' walk out that ho
So calm and so cool (Who's that?)
Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool

Who is it? Not too often seen in public
(that's the Dude) who is it?
Smokin' on Sweets while he's
Gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude)

Don't come talkin' that nothin' shit
Round the Dude don't play no funny games
Don't talk shit no
He'll tell you to suck a dick he's the Dude
Hey hey here comes the Dude

Da da do dap bla do blap dap
Bitches front 'em at the club
They gettin' jab slapped he don't cap
To him that bring too much attention
Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin'
Countin' inches on his hard dick
You might need a yard stick
He makes bitches suck it and make
Them niggas get off it
Don't start shit with the Dude
You wouldn't want him to finish
Cause ho you know it be on in a minute
You need to thank him for ya gal
He made her suck a little better
He love makin' trash outta
Another niggas treasure
Cause bitches for dude dog
Come a dime a dozen
Fuck one let one suck his
Dick then find another
He don't debate he concentrate on survivin'
He don't like to drive if he's been
Drinkin' but he'll drink while he's drivin'
But he's higher than a fuck
You'll never catch him sober
All his women quit him cause
They got fucked over
But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned
He'll fire up a Sweet before
You'll fire up yearn
Some say he's nice and friendly
But the niggas no fool
He's so swift he's so smooth he's
So calm he's so cool he's the Dude
Hook who is it?
Who is it?

Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell?
The Dude been through Hell
See the smoke in the air?
Shouldn't do the shit he do but
See the Dude don't care
Empty bottles of beer and
Empty rubbers everywhere

He jam old school music in
His low slightly bumpin'
Saw him last Tuesday in
An old white somethin'
Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass
He threw the deuces at your
Boy and continued to pass
People spread rumors about him
To bring him down
But, if ya know him like I do
You know he don't fuck around
And he clowns and he jokes and
He smokes and he hangs
But don't fuck over the Dude one
Night he showed me a brain no name
I ain't gonna tell you all of his biz
He's down to fight for his friends
Die for his momma and kids
Niggas be placin' they bids tryin'
To do like he do
Try to be where he's been but
They get folded in two he's the Dude