H-Town (Explicit)

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