Asher Roth - Dude lyrics
rate mefeat. Curren$y
Dude, yeah, yeah
Chillin in some short, sippin on a cold one
Sittin on the porch
Only chopsticks, I don’t never 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 pow on the pork
When I get bored I just call up scott’s storage house
Phone, no cord, of course I’m that dude
Cut my hair in 2 years, 2 beers, get weird
Get clear advice when my friends tell me get real
No deal, I be setting smoothies and shit
Getting stoned and then I go alone to movies and shit
Pulling ace, home made, only play crockey
In the cloakin like old episode you soul trin
Run with the og’s, hope foods for the groce race
Og loafs, cherries in your play
No way whose, queervo and the bareco
Heirloom tomatoes, grow my very one
Barebone dare you to outstare a scarecrow
Blow wells air hole, hair like scared werewolf
Get down sheets got half dread count
Red gown get stround out by my med sound
Loud, ted talks on the ipad
Old search says bangbros, my bad
Good weed got me talking about dieties
Aphrodites suffer from good lighting
And need handwriting, sorta like caligraphy
Trick or treat at 30, dressed up as jackie tree
Dude, dude, yeah, yeah
Chillin in some short, sippin on a cold one
Sittin on the porch
Only chopsticks, I don’t never 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 pow on the pork
When I get bored I just call up scott’s storage 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 light
Hunneds of these, it’s nothing to me
At home, over the stoves, makin these keys
Laughing at these lil niggas mimickin me
They stunting down razorblades landing in alcohol rivers
I can’t get with em, 9 spitter chillin
And I still play in jets at your motherfuckin
With a batch of pop brownies in the oven and some hoes comin
Same old shit spinnin, just to tollie bow different
Bathroom bigger, bigger mirrors
Hoes seein themselves and I’m in heaven
Twisted visions, of us living
Co existing, demolishing my pimping
None of that asking where I’m going, further more
When I’m coming back
No wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearing act
Dude, never die motherfucker that’s what I say
Getting money out your bitches every god damn day
Homie say she want a show, I want 10 grand
I’ma need 10 more when my playing ...
They ain’t never met another nigga higher or hard up
Bitch, just hit the weed don’t ask where I got it
In the presence of these international globe trotters
Dude, dude, dude, dude.
