The Dude Lyrics - Singles - Devin The Dude

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 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 she's 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 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? 

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 

Verse 2: 

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 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 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? 

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 bumpin' 

Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin' 

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 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 

Hook