| Devin on the answering machine:
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| What’s up? |
| You’ve reached 7−6-5−0-8−6…ahh well hell you know who you
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| Called. |
| So I don’t have to tell you that
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| Bitch what do you want?
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| Nigga what do you need?
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| A rock hard bone?
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| A dime of weed?
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| Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone
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| Or better yet, fuck it you can call me at home
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| At 9−8-8−1 naw I ain’t gonna say all dat
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| Just leave a number I’ll call ya back
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| Answering machine:
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| You have two messages
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| (some chickens talking)
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| Bitch what do you want?
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| Nigga what do you need?
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| A rock hard bone?
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| A dime of weed?
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| Whatever it is ho you can hit him from a phone
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| But if ya don’t want nothin' leave him lone he be gone
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| See he’s known for smokin' skunk and gettin' drunk without knowin'
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| He through about twenty bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours
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| But the Dude don’t disrespect but then he takes no shit
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| But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick
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| He moves quick real slick never been to the pen or the forum
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| They got stories bout the Dude the kids bragged when they saw him
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| And them laws he don’t bomb
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| That nigga just keep dippin'
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| Early in the morning flippin'
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| Coffee sippin'
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| Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto'
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| Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4−0
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| Without payin' walk out that ho so calm and so cool
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| (Who's that?)
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| Man that’s the Dude and he’s a God damn fool
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| Hook:
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| Who is it?
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| Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude)
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| Who is it?
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| Smokin' on Sweets while he’s gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude)
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| Don’t come talkin'
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| That nothin' shit
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| Round the Dude
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| Don’t play no funny games
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| Don’t talk shit no
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| He’ll tell you to suck a dick
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| He’s the Dude
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| Hey hey here comes the Dude
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| Da da do dap
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| Bla do blap dap
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| Bitches front 'em at the club they gettin' jab slapped
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| He don’t cap
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| To him that bring too much attention
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| Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin'
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| Countin' inches on his hard dick
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| You might need a yard stick
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| He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it
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| Don’t start shit with the Dude
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| You wouldn’t want him to finish
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| Cause ho you know it be on in a minute
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| You need to thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better
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| He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure
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| Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen
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| Fuck one let one suck his dick then find another
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| He don’t debate he concentrate on survivin'
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| He don’t like to drive if he’s been drinkin' but he’ll drink while he’s
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| Drivin'
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| But he’s higher than a fuck, you’ll never catch him sober
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| All his women quit him cause they got fucked over
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| But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned
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| He’ll fire up a Sweet before you’ll fire up yearn
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| Some say he’s nice and friendly but the niggas no fool
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| He’s so swift he’s so smooth he’s so calm he’s so cool
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| He’s the Dude
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| Hook
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Bridge:
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| Hey hey hell yeah can’t you tell?
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| The Dude been through Hell
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| See the smoke in the air?
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| Shouldn’t do the shit he do but see the Dude don’t care
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| Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere
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| He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin'
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| Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin'
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| Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass
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| He threw the deuces at your boy and continued to pass
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| People spread rumors about him to bring him down
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| But if ya know him like I do you know he don’t fuck around
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| And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs
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| But don’t fuck over the Dude one night he showed me a brain
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| No name
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| I ain’t gonna tell you all of his biz
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| He’s down to fight for his friends
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| Die for his momma and kids
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| Niggas be placin' they bids tryin' to do like he do
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| Try to be where he’s been but they get folded in two
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| He’s the Dude
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| Hook |