dude

dude

yeah

yeah

chillin' in some shorts

sippin' on a cold one

sittin' on the porch

only chopsticks

i don't ever use a fork

go for it

little dork

don't you know

i'm that dude

yo

yo

born from a stork

kung pao chicken

you can pile on the pork

when i get bored

i just call up scott storch

house phone

no cord

of course i'm that dude

cut my hair in two years

drink beer

get weird

get clear advice when my friends tell me get real

no deal

i be sippin' smoothies and shit

gettin' stoned and then i go alone to movies and shit

bolognese

homemade

only played croquet

in a cloak

and like old episodes of soul train

run with the o'jays

whole foods for the groceries

oj

moets

cherries and yoplait

no way

jose

cuervo in a bear coat

hair long

tomatoes

grow my ver' own

barebone

dare you to out-stare a scarecrow

blow whale's airhole

hair like scared werewolf

get down

sheets got a high thread count

red gown

gets drowned out by my med sound

loud

ted talks on the ipad

old search says bang bros. my bad

good weed got be talkin' 'bout deities

aphrodites

sucker for good lighting

and neat handwriting

sorta like calligraphy

trick or treat at 30

dressed up as jackie tree

niggas is clowns

i hand out styles like

i make them at home

beneath my

workshop lights

hundreds of these

it's nothing to me

at home over the stove

makin' these keys

laughin' at these little niggas mimicking me

they slidin' down razor blades

landin' in alcohol rivers

i can't get with 'em

nah

spitta chillin'

and i still claim jets at your

motherfuckin'

with a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes

comin'

same old shit spinnin'

just the toilet bowl different

bathrooms bigger

bigger mirrors

hoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin'

coexistin'

demolishing my pimpin'

none of that asking where i'm going

furthermore

when i'm comin' back

no wine

no top hat

i still pull a disappearin' act

never die

motherfucker

that's what i say

gettin' money out your bitches every goddamn day

homie said he want a show

i want 10 grand

i'mma need 10 more when my plane land

baby never met another nigga higher or hotter

bitch

just hit the weed

don't

ask where i got it

in the presence of these international globe trotters

on the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners

life