Intro:

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.

Bitch what do you want? 

Nigga what do you need?

A rock hard bone?

A dime of weed?

Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone

Or better yet, fuck 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)



Verse 1:

Bitch what do you want?

Nigga what do you need?

A rock hard bone?

A dime of weed?

Whatever it is hoe 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 bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours

But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no shit

But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick

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 nigga just keep dippin'

Early in the morning flippin'

Coffee sippin'

Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto'

Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0

Without payin' walk out that hoe so calm and so cool

(Who's that?)

Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool



Hook:

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' shit

Round the Dude

Don't play no funny games

Don't talk shit no

He'll tell you to suck a dick

He's the Dude 

Hey hey here comes the Dude



Verse 2:

Da da do dap 

Bla do blap dap

Bitches 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 dick

You might need a yard stick

He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it

Don't start shit with the Dude 

You wouldn't want him to finish

Cause hoe 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 niggas treasure

Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen

Fuck one let one suck his dick 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 fuck, you'll never catch him sober

All his women quit him cause they got fucked over

But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned

He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn

Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool

He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool

He's the Dude



Hook

Who is it?

Who is it?



Bridge:

Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell?

The Dude been through Hell

See the smoke in the air?

Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care

Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere



Verse 3:

He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin'

Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin'

Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass

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 fuck around

And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs

But don't fuck 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

Niggas 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



Hook