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    Devin The Dude
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    The Dude
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      About "The Dude"

      Lyrics for Devin The Dude - "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

      SONGWRITERS:
      PATTI AUSTIN, QUINCY JONES, RODNEY L. TEMPERTON
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