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Asher Roth - Dude Lyrics

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[Hook: Asher Roth]
Dude yeah, yeah, chillin in some shorts
Sippin on a cold one, sittin on the porch
Only chopsticks, I dont ever use a fork
Go for it, little dork, dont you know Im 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 Im that dude

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
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 smoothies 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

[Bridge: Asher Roth]
Dude
Dude

[Hook: Asher Roth]
Dude yeah, yeah, chillin in some shorts
Sippin on a cold one, sittin on the porch
Only chopsticks, I dont ever use a fork
Go for it, little dork, dont you know Im 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 Im that dude

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Niggas is clowns, I hand out styles, like
I make em at home beneath my workshop lights
Hundreds of these, its 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 cant get with em, nah, Spitta chillin
And I still claim Jets at your mafuckin
With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes comin
Same old shit, spendin, 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 askin where Im goin, furthermore
When Im comin back, no whinin, no Taipei
I still pull a disappearing act L
Never die, motherfucker, thats what I say
Gettin money out your bitches every goddamn day
Homie said he want a show, I want ten grand
Imma need ten more when my plane land
Baby never met another nigga higher or hotter
Bitch, just hit the weed, dont ask where I got it
In the presence of these international globetrotters
On the bus, ballin out in different times with my partners

[Outro: Asher Roth]
Dude
Dude
Dude
Dude



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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Songwriters: SHANTE FRANKLIN, JONATHAN KELLER, RICHARD PARRY, ASHER ROTH