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Waitin' To Inhale

by Devin The Dude

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Rotted Mood When this came out, i worked at a record store in Austin. I pushed this record so much and had it constantly out the door. It was on my top 5 list of that years releases. A white college aged lady (maybe 10 years younger than me) came in moments after I sold one, went to the racks and didn't see one, then yelled at me for not having it stocked to sell. She didn't calm down until I showed her I had sold 5 copies that morning already, and we had only been open a few hours.

dang I miss TX. Favorite track: What A Job Ft. Snoop Dogg & Andre 3000.
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Boom 00:58
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And i'm just walking down the street tryin' to find me something to eat and i ran across this freak, who was talking about, she was trying to sell some pussy to me for 'bout 40 dollars a nut, and i like to nut like three times, so that's 120 dollars i can save if this bitch just gives me some pussy for free. right, but she wasn't listening to me, so she followed me to the room and, you know, i assume i'm just gonna get some head for a minute or two... she came through the door, put her shoes on the floor and... on that big brass bed i throwed her, bitch never saw such a dick that i showed her. i put her over then i told her to control her voice, she had no problem bitch had a pussy hole of a horse. i opened it up, i stuck my dick in, she caught her wind and said "huh aaah", looked at me and said "D, do you love me now?" i said "biiitch, what are you smoking, your pussy ain't no better than the rest" and kept stroking. she started crying, but still she kept her legs open, steady wishing and hopin' that she could be mrs Copeland, bitch your crazier than you look, go wipe that cum out your nose, cause you're nothing but 40 hundred croff snatchin hoe who... tried to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me sell no pussy to me she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake, she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake.... yeah, if you sell me some pussy bitch, you can't have it back. it's all mines now, i'm the owner of your pussy cat, you can't manipulate a player with pussy games and tricks, matter fact, it's 500 bitch for some dick, uh. niggers either begging and pleading wishing for pussy hole, not me nigger cause i keep my ducks all in a row. meaning that they understand, and is they all mine and if they can't mine bitch move your ass down the line. bust a couple and i'm feeling fine, i don't really have the time to help you out your fucking buying, your destiny you gotta find. you gotta have an understanding my personality demanding, keep them lips tight i'm busting like a cannon. oh, do not haste, to lower your face below my waste to take a taste of paste it's not a disgrace. ask me whats the solution, i told her prositution, bitch she do it down in houstun. tryin' to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake, she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake.... hey, say, i'm so glad we had this opportunity so please let us seize this moment in time, and i'm inclined to tell you something intellectual, let me get up in your ear, near, whisper something sexual, i bet you will. she said "please you can say that, you're just talking shit, swallow, spit i'm payed cash" i said woah, hold on mama, how we getting all of this and just like santa clause she went down a little list, she said "30 for some head, 50 for some ass, we've gotta 20 dollar jack off special, but you gotta do it fast" really all you need is personal management, and on the cool i specialize in working with damaged shit. got all this cash, dunno how to handle it, and it's funny how you make money off these hotted sandwiches. the advantage is, i get that thaang for free, so you ain't gonna get no change from me... tryin' to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me tryin' to sell me some pussy, but no, you ain't gonna sell no pussy to me she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake, she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake.... she said she love me, i'm the only nigga that can make her left thigh shake, she want that money, that ice that she strife, let me get that cake....
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Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter tryin' to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is [Devin the Dude] Drankin' yet I'm thinking of another rhyme Smokin' hoping that some bad news will come some other time Cause I'm trying to do what I love, I love what I do This music is something mo' different than the weed and the brew That's why we mashin' we ain't asking for nothing we working for it Push it peddle it to the people they can't ignore it, this is for All the independents, a few major labels The big studios who still give niggas favors On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and plastering the tracks together On tapes, CDs, wax or whatever This is for all the engineers who smoke weed Can't forget about the production costs and all the hidden fees For another rhyme written, we spend time spittin' in the booth Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop But it's all for the cause [vocal scratch] so I'm Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter tryin' to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is [Snoop Dogg] As easy as it looks to you I make it look so easy With the music I be making the impression I be leaving A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking Im'a trick it off I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off Move on to the next phase and it's amazing The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raisin em' Mmm, that's 15 years in the game Still got the fortune and fame, yeah I'm doing my thang, check this Devin Somebody said that real Gs to go heaven So I'ma keep spittin' the truth on these fools like a reverend, stay open Like 7-11 that's 24/7 When you need some hot shit stop by and get you a beverage, I'm serving My rhymes like nickels and dimes Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind It's the dominant conglomerate prominent and I'ma get What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter tryin' to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is [Andre 3000] We work nights, we some vampires Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord You download it for free, we get charged back for it I know you're saying, they won't know they won't miss it Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys See we do it for that boi that graduated That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number 9 And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin' talkin bout That they used to get high to me in high school And they used to make love to me in college Then they told me 'bout they first date, listenin' to my tunes And how he, like to finger nail polish I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking 'bout Rollin' up another swisha listenin' to the beat again Drankin' but we concentratin' smoke another sweet again Steadily rewindin' trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter tryin' to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is [Snoop Dogg:] Yeah, this life we live. What a job this is. Real spit man A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but they just don't know man it's a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with. Family members we gotta always look out for Baby momma nagging, you know I'm saying kids need this, And then again the public need that, we gotta make hot music Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit But you know, it's all in a day's work What a job this is my nigga What's crack-a-lackin' Devin the Dizzude? Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top. 2007
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I pick you up I look you up and down You so fine In my mind I'm sayin' Now how can I make this ho mine I got the tank on F I got a bag full of herb Your favorite drink in the holder The restaurant song reserved They got smothered shit And other shit I can't even pronounce But I can count I know the weed I have is less than an ounce We ride and we talk We joke and we laugh And we drinkin' While I'm thinkin' bout pokin' that ass And at last We pulled up in front of The restaurant-a Ah yea Benihanas Chose a table by the window So we can look at the stars and shit He made our plate We ate, got back in the car and dipped But on the way home I tried to grab your hand and put it on my bone You pulled back and said 'go on boy' Girl, this dick is so clean This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens Girl, this dick is so clean Girl, this dick is so clean that you can serve it with some lima beans This dick is so clean This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens Girl this dick is so clean It'll probably go good with your broccoli and cheese Tell me why, oh why You won't let me get between them thighs Tell me when Ya gonna open up and let me in You got all kind of excuses And you used to niggas trippin' They just want your body I know that ain't what you givin' On the first date or whatever But it's the third time we been together And it seems like girl you're forever You're forever mine Aww because it gets better with time Oh girl You got what I want I got what you need At least let me smell it Just get a whiff of that pussy You be thinkin' I stick this dick up in hos at random Come on girl that ain't how I handle 'em I mind my manners And uh Girl, this dick is so clean This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens Girl, this dick is so clean Girl, this dick is so clean that you can serve it with some lima beans This dick is so clean This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens Girl this dick is so clean It'll probably go good with your broccoli and cheese I gave you roses Even chocolate candy Tell me what else should I do to get you out of them panties Spend time, I tried to Just count the things that I do A couple of dollars for your ass Hold that girl, I got you And I'm even willing to pump it You need a boost I'll jump it I'll use my hand to unscrew your off-hand(?) and jump it myself I'd like to help you with your sexual needs And if I put this thing in you girl I bet you will see That it's good If down the line you ever find a disease And don't know who gave you the shit You didn't get it from me 'cause see Girl, this dick is so clean This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens Girl, this dick is so clean Girl, this dick is so clean that you can serve it with some lima beans This dick is so clean This dick is so clean that you can boil it in some collard greens Girl this dick is so clean It'll probably go good with your broccoli and cheese
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Boom II 00:56
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She Useta Be 04:57
That's her, man? Naw, that ain't her, man! You bullshittin', man! That ain't her, man! Hell yeah! I remember her, nigga! [Devin the Dude] I was tenth grade sophomore, she was in the twelfth She used to call me childish, 'cause on her booty I felt It was big, it was bouncy It was soft, yet firm That's why I went to school - I wasn't tryin' to learn! I never got my turn She never gave me a chance I used to daydream of takin' off those Chic jean pants At the High School Dance She just let it all hang Bootin' it over, makin' that ass swang The DJ was from New Orleans, the music was hype She got loose all night, I think the juice was spiked! I was high as a kite, I thought the time was right To ask her for a dance - she said, "Naw, that's alright!" I played it off, walked back across the flo' Fuck that, ho! Didn't wanna see her no mo' But, about 150 pounds and 10 years later Seen her at the grocery store, she tryin' to holla' at a player [Devin the Dude] She useta be so fine to me Now she'...fatter than a motherfucker! That ho is huge! That's a big ole bee-itch! She useta be so fine to me [Devin the Dude] I tried to run, I tried to duck But I couldn't get away, she was wide as fuck! She ask me for a hug, I buried my face 'tween in her titties But all I could think about was how she used to bullshit me! Back in the day, when she was cheerleadin' They was fine with all this screamin', had my eyes was bleedin' I was concentratin' on her, though Them pretty eyes That pretty ass, them pretty titties, and them pretty thighs But now, she's a hefty heffer Seems like everything on her body just melted together But it wasn't no thang, gave her my number and all And then I stepped, she said.. [Girl] You better call me, nigga [Devin] I'mma call you, girl [Devin] Y'know I'mma call you [Devin] So - uhhh - is that the 713 or the 832? [Girl] Chirp me! [Devin] Okay, okay - that'll work, that'll work [Devin the Dude] She useta be so fine to me Now she's...fatter than a motherfucker! That ho is huge! From elegant to elephant She useta be so fine to me [Devin the Dude] I couldn't wait to go and tell all the niggas I went to school with How she used to be look like "Ohhhh, damn!" Now she looks like, "Oooh, shit!" But before I picked up the phone, I sat back and thought Maybe she got a problem and it wasn't her fault So, I grabbed the number she gave me and used it Wasn't no hard feelings, had to call her to prove it "Whasssup? This D? Whatcha doin'?" She said, "I'm in the kitchen!" "Fixin' some pork chops and chicken." Stove Top Stuffin', macaroni and ham With some purple whole peas and yams I'm like "Damn!" "How many kids you got?" She said, "None." "Where you live girl? Shit! Here I come!" [Girl] Come on in, nigga [Girl] I'll fix you a plate and everythang [Girl] Whassup? [Devin] Oooooooh! [Devin] Did these purple whole peas yourself, girl? [Girl] Sho' did [Devin] Ooooooh! [Devin the Dude] She useta be so fine to me (I like that pork chop) Fatter than a motherfucker! [Girl] And that chicken [Devin the Dude] Yeah, I like the breasts, too Oooh! Speaking of breasts, what cha got there? [Devin] She useta be so fine to me (Grab that one, nibble on that one) Fatter than a motherfucker! [Guy 1] You went over and did it, huh? [Devin] Awww yeah, man [Devin] Had to go over and had to hit it and split it man [Devin] Had to get wit' it, man -- the way she did it [Devin and the guys] Hahahahaaha! [Devin] Yeah, man, but I had an old school picture man [Devin] I had it in my wallet, man, for so long [Devin] So as I was jukin' that head, I was lookin' at that picture, man [Devin] At the same time, tryin' to remember [Guy 1] Picturin' how she useta look [Guy 1] Had to hit it because she used to look good [Guy 2]'Cause she used to be fine [Guy 1] She useta [Devin] I hit it, too, man [Devin] I was about to go home, laid on one titty and grabbed the other [Devin] And it was over with [Devin and the guys] Hahahahaha! [Devin the Dude (Guy)] She useta be so fine to me Now she's...fatter than a motherfucker! She's livin' large (She used to be so fine, too!) From elegant to elephant [Guy] Still cute, she still got the same face She still cute She just got big ankles Ankles wide
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(Lil' Wayne) Ok I'm talking bout a Good girl gone bad Crooked world wrong pad Right mom wrong dad I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you But it just eats me up like some bbq from Luther's In the morning with the boosters On the corner with the boosters And she's the freshcut and they're on her like sutures And I wanna talk to her But her momma has to school her I wanna see her better She's the weather of my future I don't wanna see another hurricane Baby you can kill the pain If you just let me explain Trust me I know what I'm sayin' You will end up on the track of an oncoming train Stuck in the passenger seat Trying do the fast lane Damn... Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it She was raised good can't blame her parents Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it She was raised good can't blame her parents Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it (Bun B) Well once upon a time there was a mom and a dad Who on the outside had everything people wished they had A beautiful daughter two story house two car garage And a white picket fence wrapped around the front yard See daddy was a doctor And mommy was a banker Mommy's job got outsourced So now mommy's drinker Daddy had a malpractice suit Now he's a snorter And all this shits takin place right in front of their daughter She says, “Daddy what's wrong?” But he's just too high “Mommy what we gon' do?” She just get drunk and cry Caught in the middle of two wrongs trying to do right Looking for answers alone in the darkness of night That shit ain't tight Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it She was raised good can't blame her parents Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it She was raised good can't blame her parents Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it (Devin The Dude) Couldn't even fold her own clothes yet she chose to jet This is shit she will always regret Now she's runnin from house to house out and about All hours of the night Learning hard lessons of life She called home twice but she couldn't say Where she was gonna lay her head the very next day She gave up her body and mind way before time Got nothing left to dug out and get help She doesn't know what to do with herself Her family's worried think she don't even care (Don't even care) She's livin up her life On a hope and a prayer Where she'll end up in a few years who knows where (Who knows where...) Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it She was raised good can't blame her parents Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it Little girl gone somewhere out done stranded Can't nobody find her and they don't understand it She was raised good can't blame her parents Lost in the sauce is not the way they planned it
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Just Because 03:45
I've been waitin' to tell you this for oh-so-long And these feelings I have deserves to be in a song I wish I could just squeeze you 'til you was out of breath Grab you by your neck and choke you half to death Wish I could kick you in your ass without going to jail Or lock you in a trunk without creating a smell If only for one night, I could take you by your hand And cut that ho off, while it's still in the heart of a man If we could sail across the sea, just you and me, in a boat I'd throw your ass overboard and just look at you float I'll glue your eyes wide open, have you roped in the kitchen Take a picture of my nuts, so you can see what 'cha missin'! Take a walk on the beach, bury your body with sand And keep packin' and packin' until you couldn't withstand Get a hotel suite, 20 stories above And chunk you out the window, see you fly like a dove Just because... Just because of what loves does Just because of what loves does If I could only come up to yo' job and shout, "Where's my bitch?" Kick your boss in his ribs and tell him, "Fuck you! She quit!" I'll sweep your off your feet with a box of chocolates But watch it – 'cause it's really balled-up hog shit! I reach for your feet, or something that I could rope up Tie to you to a motorcycle, start jumpin' ramps, doin' donuts I'll take you climbin' to the mountaintop Trip you and watch you drop from rock to rock Only you can make me feel this way, mayne – there's no other But you had to find another lover or whatever And I really wish you happiness, I hope it work out So y'all can get a crib together, so I can blow up your house I put my ring in your mouth, I put my foot in his rectum Ain't hatin', but if he's takin 'from me, I ain't gonna' respect 'im And as far as you – If I could, I would love To strangle your motherfuckin' ass, just because Just because... Just because of what loves does Just because of what loves does Just because of what loves does Just because of what loves does
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Boom III 00:29
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Cutcha' Up 03:31
I can't wait I can't wait 'til you get old enough I'm being patient But I can't wait 'til you get old enough So I can cutcha' So I can cutcha' up You look so young But still look good The way the sun is shining on you And I would if I could Try to take a little piece of you and break you off But you're not quite ready I got to hold steady And try to control myself Cause if I start on you now there'll be nothing left I can't help it I guess it's just the way you smell You're growing up fast and quite well You're looking kind of thirsty Let me give you some water But not too much You know what? We oughtta Just move And get away from it all Cause if people see us together You know that they'll call the laws And try to keep us apart It's you and me from the start You got the key to my heart You taste sweet yet tart When I hit it But right now I can't get it But when you come of age We'll go our separate ways I can't wait I can't wait 'til you get old enough I'm being patient But I can't wait 'til you get old enough So I can cutcha' So I can cutcha' up Some folks think I ain't right They try to label me But I can't wait to lay you on the table see When I'm in the mood I think of you Wishing that I can hold you while I drink a brew It's true a love like this never exists long As soon as you get grown I know you're gonna get gone In the wind somewhere But that's how life goes But for now let's take picture together uhh.. nice pose I'm tired of hiding I want everybody to see How we get along so happily You and me Need to go somewhere where the penalty lessens When they something like you in my possession I could leave you alone But I wouldn't feel right And if they lock me up for it We'll be still tight I know you can't write But I'll be back To pull you by the hairs and lay you in the sack I can't wait I can't wait 'til you get old enough I'm being patient But I can't wait 'til you get old enough So I can cutcha' So I can cutcha' up [Fading] Yeah... but you know I ain't going nowhere I'll be right here you know Shit, I like the way you make me feel Ain't nuttin' wrong with spending a little time, energy I gotta make sure that you're well nourished Yeah... you 'bout ready Let's get in the closet, I'm gonna turn the lights down I'm gonna turn them off And turn you upside down
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I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with And I like to smoke all day long I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with I guess I'll just pull out this bong I'm just sittin right here with an ice cold beer and I got a bag of weed that I don't have nothin to roll with I'm in the vocal booth and behind the mic and I'm just, spittin some off the wall bullshit I wish I had a paper or cigar Somethin that I could twist this big ol' fat joint with But without somethin to wrap this weed up in I'm just beginnin to figure out the shit is pointless I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with And I like to smoke all day long I got nuttin to roll with, nuttin to smoke with I guess I'll just pull out this bong I like to get high in the backyard lookin at the stars above and
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credits

released January 1, 2007

Executive Producer: J Prince
Sr. Director of A&R: Tony "Big Chief" Randle
Director of A&R: Anzel "Int'l Red" Jennings
Marketing & Promotions Directors: Mike Mack & Alvin Shortdog Stafford
Management & Booking: Marico "Rico" Allen for Suave Entertainment at (713)-218-0818
Recorded at: The Coughee Pot Studio 7303 & Dean's List House of Hits (Houston, TX)
Engineered by: Domo, Marq Moody & Mike Dean
Mixed at: Studio 7303 & Dean's List of House of Hits by Mike Dean
Mastered at: Dean's List House of Hits (Houston, TX) by Mike Dean
Photography by: Jack Thompson
Art Direction & Design by: Joey Casstillo Jr. & Tiny for Hi Def Media.Net

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