Dude

[Hook:]

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

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]

Cut my hair in two years

Drink beer, get weird

Get clear advice when my friends tell me get real

No deal, I be sippin' smoothies and shit

Gettin' stoned and then I go alone to movies and shit

Bolognese, homemade, only played croquet

In a cloak, and like old episodes of Soul Train

Run with the O'Jays, Whole Foods for the groceries

OJ, Moets, cherries and Yoplait

No way, Jose, Cuervo in a bear coat

Hair long, tomatoes, grow my ver' own

Barebone, dare you to out-stare a scarecrow

Blow whale's airhole, 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 weed got be talkin' 'bout deities

Aphrodites, sucker for good lighting

And neat handwriting, sorta like calligraphy

Trick or treat at 30, dressed up as Jackie Tree

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]

Niggas is clowns, I hand out styles like

I make them at home, beneath my

Workshop lights

Hundreds of these, it's nothing to me

At home over the stove, makin' these keys

Laughin' at these little niggas mimicking me

They slidin' down razor blades, landin' in alcohol rivers

I can't get with 'em, nah, Spitta chillin'

And I still claim Jets at your

Motherfuckin'

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

Comin'

Same old shit spinnin', just the toilet bowl different

Bathrooms bigger, bigger mirrors

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

Coexistin', demolishing my pimpin'

None of that asking where I'm going

Furthermore, when I'm comin' back

No wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearin' act

Never die, motherfucker, that's what I say

Gettin' money out your bitches every goddamn day

Homie said he want a show, I want 10 grand

I'mma need 10 more when my plane land

Baby never met another nigga higher or hotter

Bitch, just hit the weed, don't

Ask where I got it

In the presence of these international globe trotters

On the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners

Life