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[Hook:] |
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Dude |
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Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts |
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Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch |
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Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork |
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Go for it, little dork, don't you know, I'm that dude |
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Yo, yo, born from a stork |
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Kung Pao chicken, you can pile on the pork |
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When I get bored, I just call up Scott Storch |
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House phone, no cord, of course I'm that dude |
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[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:] |
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Cut my hair in two years |
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Drink beer, get weird |
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Get clear advice when my friends tell me get real |
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No deal, I be sippin' smoothies and ************t |
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Gettin' stoned and then I go alone to movies and ************t |
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Bolognese, homemade, only played croquet |
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In a cloak, and like old episodes of Soul Train |
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Run with the O'Jays, Whole Foods for the groceries |
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OJ, Moets, cherries and Yoplait |
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No way, Jose, Cuervo in a bear coat |
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Hair long, tomatoes, grow my ver' own |
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Barebone, dare you to out-stare a scarecrow |
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Blow whale's airhole, hair like scared werewolf |
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Get down, sheets got a high thread count |
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Red gown, gets drowned out by my med sound |
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Loud, TED talks on the iPad |
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Old search says Bang Bros., my bad |
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Good ****** got be talkin' 'bout deities |
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Aphrodites, sucker for good lighting |
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And neat handwriting, sorta like calligraphy |
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Trick or treat at 30, dressed up as Jackie Tree |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2 - Curren$y:] |
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*******s is clowns, I hand out styles like |
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I make them at home, beneath my |
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Workshop lights |
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Hundreds of these, it's nothing to me |
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At home over the stove, makin' these keys |
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Laughin' at these little *******s mimicking me |
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They slidin' down razor blades, landin' in alcohol rivers |
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I can't get with 'em, nah, Spitta chillin' |
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And I still claim Jets at your |
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Mother******' |
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With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes |
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Comin' |
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Same old ************t spinnin', just the toilet bowl different |
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Bathrooms bigger, bigger mirrors |
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Hoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin' |
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Coexistin', demoli************ng my pimpin' |
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None of that asking where I'm going |
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Furthermore, when I'm comin' back |
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No wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearin' act |
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Never die, mother*******, that's what I say |
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Gettin' money out your ******* every goddamn day |
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Homie said he want a show, I want 10 grand |
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I'mma need 10 more when my plane land |
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Baby never met another ******* higher or hotter |
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************, just hit the ******, don't |
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Ask where I got it |
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In the presence of these international globe trotters |
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On the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners |
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Life |
