Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dude, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
The Dude |
| With a hand in my pocket, my jambox is knockin' |
| Sixteen spitter, no quitter, I’m locked in |
| Get away with murder, you’re Cochran |
| Who plays OJ? |
| I call not him |
| Not lifeless — biteless, no cockin' |
| White verse is twisted like Top Spin |
| Hope for the best, prep for that pop shit |
| I’m unconscious, you’re just mindless |
| I’m mindful, rhyming on time |
| It’s appropriate when I yield to that dime |
| I’m fine, she’s fine, chug two beer steins |
| Coitus sounds neat, leave clothes behind |
| So nuts, my fresh is jammed up, bandana collection is straight up, ugh! |
| I’m sick, I spit the bird flu |
| Introduction time, you wanna meet this dude? |
| Who are you? |
| (What?) |
| I’m the dude! |
| (Who?) |
| I’m the dude (What?) |
| I’m a dude (Yeah?) |
| I’m the dude home breezy, I spit it 'til it’s lights out, if you feel the same, |
| say it right now |
| Who are you? |
| (What?) |
| I’m the dude! |
| (Who?) |
| I’m the dude (What?) |
| I’m a dude (Yeah?) |
| I’m the dude little lady, and I could be your dude |
| If you feel the same, then you’re cool |
| My bread’s not sweet, I believe it’s not butter |
| But who the fuck cares, compared to no other |
| Your shutter speed’s slow, no flow, just stutters |
| Put yourself next to me, I’m Scatman Crothers |
| Bee-ba-doo-dop, call Sally Struthers |
| You need a new job, you’ve blown you cover |
| I’m after the thighs like Suzanne Somers |
| To the point where the ladies try to break my rubbers, what? |
| That unfortunate, my spit keeps burning, I’m scorching it |
| This beat’s had enough, yep, I tortured it |
| About to go numb, that darn morphine drip |
| Old school, my game got no rules |
| Some food for thought, I got brain and whole foods |
| Pro tools is how I pay dues |
| Stay away from fakes, I don’t drink the O’Douls |
| These brand new cats with these real cool beats |
| Synthesize bass lines 'til they sound real mean |
| I ain’t hating homeboy, I can move my feet |
| All I’m saying is I was chopping samples at sixteen |
| With my Doctor sample, my 3−0-3 |
| Trust me, it didn’t sound nothing like 3Oh!3 |
| Became a spitter when I couldn’t find an MC |
| Now I do it all, go hard, two cribs, no renting |