The Dude

(album: The Dude - 1998)

[Intro:]
Devin on the answering machine:
What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6...ahh 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

[Answering machine:]
You have two messages.

[some chickens talking]

[Verse 1:]
Bitch what do you want?
Nigga what do you need?
A rock hard bone?
A dime of weed?
Whatever it is hoe you can hit him from a phone
But if ya don't want nothing leave him lone he be gone
See he's known for smoking skunk and getting drunk without knowing
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 getting 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 dipping
Early in the morning flipping
Coffee sipping
Dont be tripping on niggas they see him walk in the sto'
Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0
Without paying walk out that hoe so calm and so cool
(Who's that?)
Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool

[Hook:]
Who is it?
Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude)
Who is it?
Smoking on Sweets while he's getting his nuts licked (that's the Dude)

Don't come talking
That nothing 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

[Verse 2:]
Da da do dap
Bla do blap dap
Bitches front 'em at the club they getting jab slapped
He don't cap
To him that bring too much attention
Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynching
Counting 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 hoe 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 making 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 surviving
He don't like to drive if he's been drinking but he'll drink while he's
driving
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?

[Bridge:]
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

[Verse 3:]
He jam old school music in his low slightly bumping
Saw him last Tuesday in an old white something
Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass
He threw the duces 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 placing they bids trying to do like he do
Try to be where he's been but they get folded in two
He's the Dude

[Hook]