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 from my friends tell me get real

No deal I be sippin something and sh*t

Gettin stoned and then I go alone to movies and sh*t

Bolognaise homemade only play croquet

In a cloak and like old episodes of Soul Train

One with the OJs Whole Foods for the groceries

OJ loaves cherries and Yoplait

No way Jose Cuervo in a bear coat

Heirloom tomatoes grow my very own

Bare-bone dare you to out-stare a scarecrow

Blow whales air hole 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 w**d got me talkin bout deities

Aphrodite sucker for good lighting

And neat handwriting sort of like calligraphy

Trick or treat at 30 dressed up as Jackie Tree

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

Niggas is clowns I hand out styles like

I make em at home beneath my workshop lights

Hundreds of these it's nothin to me

At home over the stove makin these keys

Laughin at these little niggas mimicking me

They slidin down razorblades landin in alcohol rivers

I can't get with em nah Spitta chillin

And I still claim Jets at your maf**kin

With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes comin

Same old sh*t spendin just the toilet bowl different

Bathroom's bigger bigger mirrors

Hoes seein themselves in em and havin twisted visions of us livin

Coexistin demolishing my pimpin

None of that askin where I'm goin furthermore

When I'm comin back no whinin no Taipei

I still pull a disappearing act L

Never die motherf**ker that's what I say

Gettin money out your b**ches every goddamn day

Homie said he want a show I want ten grand

I'mma need ten more when my plane land

Baby never met another ni**a higher or hotter

B**ch just hit the w**d don't ask where I got it

In the presence of these international globetrotters

On the bus ballin out in different times with my partners

Dude

Dude

Dude

Dude