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
B***h what do you want
N***a what do you need
A rock hard bone
A dime of w**d
Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone
Or better yet f**k 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
B***h what do you want
N***a what do you need
A rock hard bone
A dime of w**d
Whatever it is h*e 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 b***hes and h*es and he probably f**ked yours
But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no s**t
But if your b***h is in his ride then she's gettin' some d**k
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 n***a just keep dippin'
Early in the morning flippin'
Coffee sippin'
Don't be trippin' on n***as they see him walk in the sto'
Get him some cigarettes cigars and a Colt 4 0
Without payin' walk out that h*e so calm and so cool
Who's that
Man that's the Dude and he's a God d**n 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' s**t
Round the Dude
Don't play no funny games
Don't talk s**t no
He'll tell you to suck a d**k
He's the Dude
Hey hey here comes the Dude
Da da do dap
Bla do blap dap
B***hes 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 d**k
You might need a yard stick
He makes b***hes suck it and make them n***as get off it
Don't start s**t with the Dude
You wouldn't want him to finish
Cause h*e 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 n***as treasure
Cause b***hes for dude dog come a dime a dozen
F**k one let one suck his d**k 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 f**k you'll never catch him sober
All his women quit him cause they got f**ked over
But all the p***y he got was p***y he earned
He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn
Some say he's nice and friendly but the n***as no fool
He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool
He's the Dude
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 s**t 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 b***h with him with plenty of a*s
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 f**k around
And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs
But don't f**k 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
N***as 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