ASher Roth - Dude Lyrics
DudeYeah, yeah, chillin' in some shortsSippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porchOnly chopsticks, I don't ever use a forkGo for it, little dork, don't you know, I'm that dudeYo, yo, born from a storkKung Pao chicken, you can pile on the porkWhen I get bored, I just call up Scott StorchHouse phone, no cord, of course I'm that dude[Verse 1 - Asher Roth]Cut my hair in two yearsDrink beer, get weirdGet clear advice when my friends tell me get realNo deal, I be sippin' smoothies and shitGettin' stoned and then I go alone to movies and shitBolognese, homemade, only played croquetIn a cloak, and like old episodes of Soul TrainRun with the O'Jays, Whole Foods for the groceriesOJ, Moets, cherries and YoplaitNo way, Jose, Cuervo in a bear coatHair long, tomatoes, grow my ver' ownBarebone, dare you to out-stare a scarecrowBlow whale's airhole, hair like scared werewolfGet down, sheets got a high thread countRed gown, gets drowned out by my med soundLoud, TED talks on the iPadOld search says Bang Bros., my badGood weed got be talkin' 'bout deitiesAphrodites, sucker for good lightingAnd neat handwriting, sorta like calligraphyTrick or treat at 30, dressed up as Jackie Tree[Hook][Verse 2 - Curren$y]Niggas is clowns, I hand out styles likeI make them at home, beneath myWorkshop lightsHundreds of these, it's nothing to meAt home over the stove, makin' these keysLaughin' at these little niggas mimicking meThey slidin' down razor blades, landin' in alcohol riversI can't get with 'em, nah, Spitta chillin'And I still claim Jets at yourMother*****in'With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoesComin'Same old shit spinnin', just the toilet bowl differentBathrooms bigger, bigger mirrorsHoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin'Coexistin', demolishing my pimpin'None of that asking where I'm goingFurthermore, when I'm comin' backNo wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearin' actNever die, mother*****er, that's what I sayGettin' money out your *****es every goddamn dayHomie said he want a show, I want 10 grandI'mma need 10 more when my plane landBaby never met another nigga higher or hotter*****, just hit the weed, don'tAsk where I got itIn the presence of these international globe trottersOn the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partnersLife
