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
Cut my hair in two years drink beer get weird
Get clear advice from my friends tell me get real
No deal I be sippin something and shit
Gettin stoned and then I go alone to movies and shit
Bolognaise homemade only play croquet
In a cloak and like old episodes of Soul Train
One with the OJs Whole Foods for the groceries
OJ loaves cherries and Yoplait
No way Jose Cuervo in a bear coat
Heirloom tomatoes grow my very own
Bare-bone dare you to out-stare a scarecrow
Blow whales air hole 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 me talkin bout deities
Aphrodite sucker for good lighting
And neat handwriting sort of like calligraphy
Trick or treat at 30 dressed up as Jackie Tree
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
Niggas is clowns I hand out styles like
I make em at home beneath my workshop lights
Hundreds of these it's nothin to me
At home over the stove makin these keys
Laughin at these little niggas mimicking me
They slidin down razorblades landin in alcohol rivers
I can't get with em nah Spitta chillin
And I still claim Jets at your maf**kin
With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes comin
Same old shit spendin just the toilet bowl different
Bathroom's bigger bigger mirrors
Hoes seein themselves in em and havin twisted visions of us livin
Coexistin demolishing my pimpin
None of that askin where I'm goin furthermore
When I'm comin back no whinin no Taipei
I still pull a disappearing act L
Never die motherf**ker that's what I say
Gettin money out your bitches every goddamn day
Homie said he want a show I want ten grand
I'mma need ten more when my plane land
Baby never met another n***a higher or hotter
b***h just hit the weed don't ask where I got it
In the presence of these international globetrotters
On the bus ballin out in different times with my partners
Dude
Dude
Dude
Dude
