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released October 1, 2008

Executive Produced by Jon Shapiro and Jen McDaniels for Cinematic Music Group/ Devin The Dude for Coughee Brothaz Music
A&R for Razor & Tie: Michael Caplan & Allison kaye
Marketing & Promotions: Jon Shapiro, Audra Hughes & Matthew Pantoja for Subculture Conglomerate
Management & Booking: Marico "Rico" Allen for Suave Entertainment
Business & Legal Affairs for Razor & Tie: Dan Hoffman & Allison Kaye
A&R Administration by Mike Boeser
Lawyer for Devin The Dude: Scott H Mason, Esq
Recorded at the Coughee Pot, Houston Texas
Engineered by D. "Jugg-Mugg" Johnson, T "Pee Wee" Clark & D. Copeland
Mixed at Paramount Recording Studios (Los Angeles) by Robert S. Brown
Additional Engineering by Brandon Kilgour
Mastered at oasis Studios (Los Angeles) by Eddie Schreyer
Sample Clearance by DMG Music Clearance Inc.
Art Direction & Design by Matthew Pantoja and Samantha "Giftd" Edwards for Subculture Conglomerate
Snoop Dogg appears courtesy of Doggystlye/Geffen Records
Matthew Epstein appears courtesy of Jose Canseco Records

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Track Name: In My Draws
[Tony Mack]
Ooooooooooooh!
Ooooooooooooh!

[Devin the Dude]
Well, hello again!
My weed-smokin' friends, I'm glad you came
With coffee / Coughee in your cups, if I went up
I'll do the same
And you can pass it to someone you've never met
And let 'em get just as high as you
You're eyes red as shit – mine, too!
We about to start the show
Who got an Optimo?
A swisha suite
A zig-zag and bitch that'll kiss my meat
This cordless mic, I know what they like
Continue to rockin' the show that'll slow up a fight
And I know of dyke
Who wouldn't mind
Gettin' some of this dick from behind
But, I'm gonna chill, y'all
'Cause she might wanna start wearin' my draws

[Devin the Dude] (Tony Mack)
And oh noooooooooo! (And oh nooooooooooooo!)
Don't want that shit to happen! (Don't want that shit to happen!)
(Ooooooooooooooooooooooh!)
Get it twisted just because I'm rappin' (Get it twisted just because I'm rappin'!)
Don't want that shit to happen!
(Oh nooooooooooooooo!)
Don't get it twisted just because I'm rappin'
(Don't want that shit to happen!
(Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

[Devin the Dude] (Loni)
Admirin' my weed jar, it's rather stocky
At the crib, how about myself lookin' at hockey
And wonderin' who's gonna win The Cup
If it was full of coffee / Coughee
I know the brothers will man up, I'll stand up
Together, drank, and then I get a call
(Can you come over so I can lick your balls?)
Well yes, I guess!
Let me shampoo my nuts and get dressed
I'll be there in 20 minutes
Mission complete, I hit the street
With the suite, some heat
But fuck – there's some cops on the beat!
And there's some crooked laws
That'll pull you over and dig all in your draws
And...

[Devin the Dude] (Tony Mack)
And oh noooooooo! (And oh nooooooo!)
Don't want that shit to happen! (Don't want that shit to
happen!)
Get it twisted just
because I'm rappin'
(Don't get it twisted!)
(Ooooooooooooooooooooooh!)
(I don't want that shit to happen!)
Get it twisted just because I'm rappin'

[Devin the Dude]
5:30 PM, I'm at the lab again
Another song, about to take another stab again
Drinkin' and laughin'
And puff-puff, passin'
And to and fro'
While, I'm constructin' my flow
And pick up some hoes
Up in this motherfucker!
Hey, what cha wanna do, girl?

[Loni]
I don't wanna tease you
I just wanna please you
And lick you from your neck to the top of your dick
And then rub my clit and grind my hips

[Devin the Dude]
Oh! That sounds like some pretty cool shit!
But damn, might get full of weed and alcohol
I go to sleep and you try to dig off in my wallet
And in my draws and...

[Devin the Dude] (Tony Mack)
Don't want that shit to happen! (Don't want that shit to happen!)
Get it twisted just because I'm rappin'
(Don't get it twisted!)
I don't want that shit to happen!
Get it twisted just because I'm rappin'
(Don't get it twisted!)
Don't want that shit to happen!
(Ooooooooooooooh-ooooooooooooh!)
Don't get it twisted just because I'm rappin'!
Don't want it! Don't want it! Don't want it!Don't want that shit to happen!
Track Name: I Can't Make It Home Ft. L.C.
[L.C. - Chorus]
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home

[Devin the Dude - Verse 1]
I know I just left your crib
But, I'm about to make the block and come back
It's too hot over here, matter of fact
Police behind me right now and shit!
I'm kinda' bent
I'm glad I got tint
Damn! I hope they don't try to tow my shit!
I should've chilled, though
No, them patron shots
See, I drink Crown Royal
That's my drink!
Know what I'm talkin' about?
But, nevertheless, I gotta' stay between the lines
'Cause if I trip, then I dip
Then if I swerve one more time
They gonna be...

[Devin the Dude - Bridge]
On my ass
Like white on rice
Like shit on grass
So I grab what I have and stash it
I got the time for no harassment
(I can't make it home)

[Devin the Dude - Interlude]
Aww, shit!
Aww, damn, baby, I'm gonna have to call you back
Yeah, they're pullin' me over
(Excuse me, sir - you sober?)

[L.C. - Chorus]
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home

[Devin the Dude - Verse 2]
Yeah, they got me
He tried to pull me
Out the car, I had to resist
He almost shot me
But, I'm cool
He found a blunt, it wasn't burnin'
But he smelled it and he checked it
I had a warrant in East Texas
So I was cuffed and stuffed
In the back of the car
He didn't report the cigar
I guess he thought I was a star
But we drove real far
Fo' about six hours
I really had to piss, my wrist no longer had power
Couldn't even take a shower
Surrounded by niggas
I'll only be there a couple of hours, I figured
As far as the weed, I think he kept it and he smoked it
But he got me on a DUI and I'm on some broke shit

[Devin the Dude - Interlude]
So I'mma need you to go down to the bail bondsman, y'know
And try to come up with a few funds
And hurry up and run down here
And get me outta this one!
Hello?

[L.C. - Chorus]
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot of a patron
I'm lit, I can't make it home
Cops right behind me
I might be gone!
I can't make it home
...
...
...I can't make it home
One blunt, one more shot...
Track Name: Me, You
Me, you, We oughta see what we can do

S'cuse me, I ain't tryin' to be
All up on you
But, damn you so fine to me!
Would offer you a drank
I see you already got two
Let me know when you finished those, I got you!
I'll be coolin' in the corner, smokin' marijuana
With some partners of mine
Hey! And if you got the time
Maybe we can meet back at the show
I know a few places that we can go
We can just cool out, chill, relax
Food, wine, beer, and a sack
Of weed that I got from Amsterdam
Yup, overseas - come, go with me!
When it's time to slide
You oughta step inside my ride
You know when the club might end
Let's get away from your nosy-ass friends
It'll just be…

Me, you, We oughta see what we can do
Me, you, We oughta see what we can do

You say that you plan to get tipsy, so your homegirl's
drivin'
You been drinkin' just as much as I've been!
We at the same level, you can speak your mind and
Clear your thoughts, let out the freak sometimes!
I've met a lot of bitches, quite a few hoes
Ran across women and I like those
And I can tell, the way that you's a real woman
And the +Noodles+ that you cook are not +Roman+
But more like egg fettuccini
You never have to beg for a penny
And I just wanna know ya, I wanna try to show ya
Maybe I could mow yo' yard
And I cut well
And my motor is self-propelled
Don't worry about nothin', I won't tell!
You know, no tools
And it'll just be…

Me, you, We oughta see what we can do
Me, you, We oughta see what we can do

I see the club 'bout to close
Lights turnin' on, people bustin' out the do's
And I ain't finna' run after no hoes
My mind's made up, have you made up yo's?
You the woman I chose
I respect your mind
I ain't just tryin' to dick and dine
I'm tryin' a good time
You've been deservin' it
Chill at my crib, have a drank, smoke erb a bit
Go tell your girl you gon' be alright
'Cause you gonna be chillin' with me tonight (Ha-ha!)
That's just a friendly invite
Curious about me, I'll give you more insight
A little later
A whole bunch of shit up in the 'frigerator! (Ha-ha!)
Awwww, shit!

Me, you, We oughta see what we can do
Me, you, We oughta see what we can do
Me, you, We oughta see what we can do
Me, you, We oughta see what we can do