The Dude

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released January 1, 1998

Executive Producers: J Prince & Brad Jordan
Production Supervisor: Tony "Big Chief" Randle
Production Coordinator: Anzel "Red Boy" Jennings
Recording Studios: Knock Hard Studio & Joe's Crib, Houston TX
Engineers: Domo, Pedewestra & Mr. Lee
Asst Engineer: Devin Copeland
Mixed by: Brad Jordan, Devin Copeland, Domo & Mike Dean
Mastered by: Mike Dean
Mastered at: The Hippie House

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Track Name: The Dude
Devin on the answering machine:
What's up? You've reached 7-6-5-0-8-6...ahh well hell you know who you
called. So I don't have to tell you that.
Bitch what do you want?
Nigga what do you need?
A rock hard bone?
A dime of weed?
Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone
Or better yet, fuck it you can call me at home
At 9-8-8-1 naw I ain't gonna say all dat
Just leave a number I'll call ya back

(Answering machine)
You have two messages.

Bitch what do you want?
Nigga what do you need?
A rock hard bone?
A dime of weed?
Whatever it is hoe you can hit him from a phone
But if ya don't want nothin' leave him lone he be gone
See he's known for smokin' skunk and gettin' drunk without knowin'
He through about twenty bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours
But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no shit
But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick
He moves quick real slick never been to the pen or the forum
They got stories bout the Dude the kids bragged when they saw him
And them laws he don't bomb
That nigga just keep dippin'
Early in the morning flippin'
Coffee sippin'
Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto'
Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0
Without payin' walk out that hoe so calm and so cool
(Who's that?)
Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool

Who is it?
Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude)
Who is it?
Smokin' on Sweets while he's gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude)

Don't come talkin'
That nothin' shit
Round the Dude
Don't play no funny games
Don't talk shit no
He'll tell you to suck a dick
He's the Dude
Hey hey here comes the Dude

Da da do dap
Bla do blap dap
Bitches front 'em at the club they gettin' jab slapped
He don't cap
To him that bring too much attention
Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin'
Countin' inches on his hard dick
You might need a yard stick
He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it
Don't start shit with the Dude
You wouldn't want him to finish
Cause hoe you know it be on in a minute
You need to thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better
He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure
Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen
Fuck one let one suck his dick then find another
He don't debate he concentrate on survivin'
He don't like to drive if he's been drinkin' but he'll drink while he's
drivin'
But he's higher than a fuck, you'll never catch him sober
All his women quit him cause they got fucked over
But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned
He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn
Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool
He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool
He's the Dude

Who is it?
Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude)
Who is it?
Smokin' on Sweets while he's gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude)
Who is it?
Who is it?

Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell?
The Dude been through Hell
See the smoke in the air?
Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care
Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere

He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin'
Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin'
Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass
He threw the duces at your boy and continued to pass
People spread rumors about him to bring him down
But if ya know him like I do you know he don't fuck around
And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs
But don't fuck over the Dude one night he showed me a brain
No name
I ain't gonna tell you all of his biz
He's down to fight for his friends
Die for his momma and kids
Niggas be placin' they bids tryin' to do like he do
Try to be where he's been but they get folded in two
He's the Dude
Track Name: Sticky Green Ft. Scarface
[Scarface]
We finna smoke like it ain't no tomorrow.

[Devin]
I grab a Swisher Sweet and use my fingernail to cut it
Gut it, then I dump the droppin' out then stuff it full of coffee
And if you don't know by now coffee is killa
In other words weed a fat dime is a pillar
Now the buds on the stems are like trees in an orchid
Anybody in the room who don't smoke weed is gettin' torch lit
By the smoke niggas choke niggas cough and they fart
Need to quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard
It's the...

Sticky green
Frosty leaves
Oh so sweet
I love to blow it

Sticky green
Frosty leaves
Oh so sweet
I love to blow it

[Scarface]
It seems to be a
Misunderstanding' about the cheeba
I see sign stating "cannabis will lead ta"
But I need a
Big fat jilla to get me lit
I prefer to smoke the zigzags cause Phillys ain't shit
And I done laced it up with the Bombay
Formaldehyde
Anything with you can mix with the spinach I done tried
I done damn near died
Till I realized straight dutches
If you see me blowin' out smoke you can bet it's the...
Sticky green
Frosty leaves
Oh so sweet
I love to blow it

[Devin]
Man goin' on
I don't see nothin' wrong with a little reefer
You got the weed I got the drank nigga just tell me where to meet cha
I'm high you high let's try to get higher
Here use my lighter set the ass on fire
We blowin' like a choir everybody's in line
Hoping they can get they fingers on it one more time
Because there's nothing but a party over here that's how we do it
Live music, plenty bitches, cold beer and oh yeah some...

Sticky green
Frosty leaves
Oh so sweet
I love to blow it
Track Name: Do What You Wanna Do
Hallelujah can tell this
Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed
Because shit to each's own and each owns voice
You can be stealin killin or chillen whateva your choice
Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it
Life if how you live it
I grab tha mic while tha DJ groove it (turntable scratch noise)
Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick
Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick
I go on a quick mission to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in tha morning and I have weed still and I chill
With tha brothas sippin coffee
Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me
You're born in this world by ya self and you die alone
So as long as ya grown ya might as well gone and just

Do what tha fuck you wanna do (Go ahead and just)
Say what tha fuck you wanna say

What did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what tha fuck you wanna do

Now everybody's got elders and you should respect um
They been through similar shit but then again you can't let um
Put they hands on ya life like a remote control
Have you travelin down tha same bumpy tore up road
Now close friends and relatives they should be constantly by ya side
And understand you gotta let ya conscience be your guide
There'll finally come a time for ya self you must decide
Cause you only get a ticket might as well enjoy tha ride and just

Do what tha fuck you wanna do (Go ahead and just)
Say what tha fuck you wanna say

And there's a couple of fucked up man made rules that we should follow
But you gotta realize you just might not wake up tomorrow
And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend
Go get sumthin for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin
Is it a sin? I 'ont (don't) know
What X and O's in this game
Tryin to survive, tryin to get high, tryin to get by and stay alive
So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit
But wait until ya eighty and start sayin what you couldda did

But what did it all mean?
Say what you want hoe ya grown
You make decisions on your own
No one would suffer but you
So do what tha fuck you wanna do
Track Name: Mo Fa Me
Hey motherfucker it's me again yep
The one who fucked your sister but quiet is kept
Because she burnin' but instead of cussin' out the bitch
Just didn't tell her then let her suck the puss up out my dick
Gave me some money for gas I hopped out on 59
Smokin' weed (weed)
And feelin' fine
Dick suckin' laws right behind and they look and they stare
But I got on my seat belt so I don't care
"How the fuck you doin' today Mr. Officer?
If I had the time I wouldn't mind to offer ya
A fat dime and a black nine in my shit
But no warrants and tight insurance so you can just ride the fuck on bitch"
People always gettin' mad at me bein' like this
Drankin' alcohol keeps me peein' white piss
Parents I'm not tellin' your children to smoke ya see
Cause if they just say no it be mo fa me

[Scratching "Mo fa me"]

What did you say your name was?
D-E-V-I-N
You saw me on the news but the TV be lyin'
They got bounty hunters lookin' for me I'm wanted for theft
Women claim that I came and got they pussy and left
I'm not an old fool from the old school like My Adidas
Cause All Day I Drink And Smoke it's like I need it
On stage you can boo you can hiss real loud
But I'll just pull out my dick and take a piss in the crowd
Then I'll smile take a bow put down my mic and I'll leave
Get the money from the promoter hope it's enough for some weed
Head dead to the back with the VIP status
In a room full of Pimps tryin' to find 'em a Gladis
Gotta pick one of 'em get one of 'em stick one of 'em quick
Cause they niggas might be here they niggas might be talkin' shit
They niggas always somewhere they ain't supposed to be
Niggas can't keep up with they pussy then it's mo fa me

[Scratching "Mo fa me"]

Son said "Daddy I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teachers a freak she tittie dance on the coo
And all my friends smoke reefer
I think it might be cheaper
If I buy a couple of pounds and sell 'em ounces and threefers"
Cause any way to come up I got to do it ch'all
I'm havin' flashbacks I'm about to stash crack in my drawers
But fuck the laws
They got my brother already they can suck my balls
Average nigga have no luck at all
But have no other choice but to take up the bet
Tryin' the seven or eleven when I come out and pick up a check
Gotta get my shit fixed
Hit a quick liquid
Fringe benefit, like gettin' my dick licked
Cause this money runnin' funny gonna break before I'm broke
And I can't be wakin' up in the mornin' nothing to smoke
So I think I'll smoke half and roll some sweets
Well I can't smoke I'm a sell it
Hell it's mo fa me

[Scratching "Mo fa me"]
Track Name: Alright Ft. Randy-Ran
Lord thank you for the food that I'm about to receive
May it nourrish my body and keep my mind at ease
But as far as my soul I been meanin to holler atcha
And I know you been busy with niggas steady tryina catch ya
Gotta get somethin off my mind for a while
Cause when problems start to pile it gets kinda hard to smile
But I - keep my head up
And try to hold on until my kids all grown
I know one day that could be me lyin there in a hearse
So I hope for the best, prepare for the worst
Swearin I curse, but really there's no harm done
Just havin fun, but there's some who wanna take it and run
I left a life of lootin and thievin, and shit
Because my friends and my family was leavin me quick
It seems everything is happenin without me knowin
Tryina stay sane, but mayn, this shit has got me goin

[Randy-Ran:]
Goin crazy
Feelin like I'm feelin
But it's gonna be alright
Alright
Alright

I'm goin crazy
Feelin like I'm feelin
But it's gonna be alright
Alright
Alright
Alright

It's hard to keep away from sin, but you know I try
And hopefully I get it together before I die
Thinkin a drink can ease my pain and tough luck
But when I finish, it just leaves me craned and fucked up
Call my folks to tell em how I feel
Before I get to speak they tell me someone else got killed
Slowly but surely they're goin one at a time
I wish you could rewind and show em some kind of sign
I realize I put my life on the line just bein born
Gotta git up, git out, no time to be snorin
And just play with the cards I'm dealt
And if I lose I won't blame nobody else
Cause it's all about survival and the strongest survive
But even the strongest won't make it alive
Cause death sneaks up from behind without you knowin
And just the thought of it has got me goin

[Randy-Ran:]
Goin crazy
Feelin like I'm feelin
But it's gonna be alright
Alright
Alright

I'm goin crazy
Feelin like I'm feelin
But it's gonna be alright
Alright
Alright
Alright

We are livin on a see-sawer
And when we fall it hurts
We can't get up from the dirt
Like lotto you got a different number picked daily
Here one day, and gone the next, this shit crazy
Now I gotta work on gettin my brain back together
Be ready for whatever, rain and bad weather
Had never seen so many dark clouds around
A lotta strange looks and smiles turned to frowns
Maybe one day it'll all make sense
When everybody's chillin on that other side of the fence
But for now I just leave it up to the keeper
Be thankful for what he gave me, chill out and smoke some reefer
Set all my problems aside for a few
Before I lose my cool, do somethin I don't wanna do
Because I seen frustrations frequently flowin
All I need is your strenght to keep me from goin

[Randy-Ran:]
Goin crazy
Feelin like I'm feelin
But it's gonna be alright
Alright
Alright

I'm goin crazy
Feelin like I'm feelin
But it's gonna be alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Track Name: See What I Can Pull
I wasn't gonna COME
But now that I'm HERE I'm glad I CAME the club is BOMB
Greens got a BIG cooler of DRANK he gives me SOME
And then I step TO bitches with Game we try to RUN
Up in these hoes don't even know their NAME
They have no bra
No panties
They never say no
They just hyper out and go on they way all the way home
I'll just
Wait
Cause inside is much too stuffy
Gotta find some pussy
The club don't close till three
And if you're lookin' for me I'll be...

Sittin' in front of the ride
Drinkin' and smokin' some weed
Checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can see
I didn't know that there were so many hoes round here
Got a parking lot full
And I'll be checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can pull

I spotted this BITCH
THAT I use to HIT back in the DAY she thinks I'm RICH
Therefore she FEELS that I should PAY she doesn't got DICK
Nice palm sized TITS jut there is no WAY that I can GIVE
Her money for something I get for free
She had no bra
No panties
She's ready to bone
Even stock on her cock or you get ready to bone
I think I'll just wait
That just don't sound good to me
Gotta find some cheap pussy
The club don't close till three and if you're lookin for me I'll be...

Sittin' in front of the ride
Drinkin' and smokin' some weed
Checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can see
I didn't know that there were so many hoes round here
Got a parking lot full
And I'll be checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can pull

It's almost NINE
It's damn near TWO it's getting LATE and that's a SIGN
Of all the STARS out on the CHASE niggas be LYIN'
Tryin' to win these HOES like it's a RACE and I don't MIND
If I see a nigga all in my bitch FACE
If she has no bra
No panties
Look like she wanna bone
And it ain't no pain at all just go and take that hoe home
I'll just wait
For one of these freaks to come with me to make whoopy
Find a piece of pussy
My watch says a quarter to three
And if you're lookin' for me I'll be...

Sittin' in front of the ride
Drinkin' and smokin' some weed
Checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can see
I didn't know that there were so many hoes round here
Got a parking lot full
And I'll be checkin' out the bitches
Tryin' to see what I can pull
Track Name: Write & Wrong
(I think I'm ready, man
I'm ready to rap)
Nigga, you just talkin shit, man
I don't wanna hear that shit
(Hey, I'm ready, man)
Man, you been sayin that shit
(I'm ready to put it down)
Yeah, yeah...
(Show you that I'm down)
Ha-ha, alright, alright
We'll see, man
This ain't no game, though

Here, smoke some of this weed, so you can feel fine
And you just might need a drink, you gotta think of a rhyme
We can make the beat slow, so you can speed up the flow
With some cool pimp shit about some weed or some hoes
Or supposed you do a song that you can jam with foreign dancers
Or some growin-up-hard shit with slim to none chances
Maybe a familiar tune people already heard
Let's call Morris, see how much he want for a bird
Or fuck it, fuck it, let's strictly go pop
Do anything for the women while mis-representin your block
You can be famous in public with the right music and subject
You can make millions, nigga, if you just make that million love it
Imagine, you havin world tours, gettin paid
Hoes throwin panties on the stage, gettin laid
You don't have a Benz, but if you get on the mic and spit it
You will have enough to get it, whatever you do, I'm with it

[ CHORUS ]
All you gots to do is (write)
Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life
All you gots to do is (write)
And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight
But when you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna criticise ya
When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong...
(Some tell you it's a art, some tell you it's a shame)

Now just be real with what you say and put some feelin up in it
And since everybody's dyin, put some killin up in it
I be right here by your side smokin kill until you're finished
And if you get writer's block, then nigga, chill for a minute
And hold up, okay, I got a tight idea
Just rap like you mad, the baddest muthafucka out here
Then bitches will respect ya, niggas might try to check ya
Nuts, money didn't getcha while them laws steady fetch ya
But think about it - you got it? Then write it down
Try your best to remember, don't worry now on how it sounds
It's gonna be cool, and if you gonna keep rappin, it's on
Just sacrifice your life and leave your problems at home
Now there's a million muthafuckas like yourself think they deserve it
If they get it before they do, they got to get they hands dirty
So just study these lines and make sure you don't forget it
Get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it

[ CHORUS ]
All you gots to do is (write)
Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life
All you gots to do is (write)
And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight
But when you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna criticise ya
When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong...
(Some tell you it's a art, some tell you it's a shame)

Now the world is your arena, and the panel of judges
Made up of pimps, players, sneaky bitches, con-men and hustlers
I don't know why, but to qualify you must become one of these
Make somethin happen with either rappin or sellin some cheese
What, you're scared? Nigga, shit, this ain't the game to be in
If you can't do for you and yours, then how you think you gon' win?
Now where your niggas at? Get em together, then flip
Now where them bitches at? Buy em whatever to sip
But see, you can't get player points taken away, so come real
Disregard people's emotions, give a fuck how one feels
And you can witness other brothers walkin in the same path
Wishin for champagne, caviar, and bubble bath
You see, ah, that's the life that I lead
And if you wanna follow a model, sit right by me
And I can pass you some weed, you fry it up, but let me hit it
But get on the mic and spit it, whatever you do, I'm with it

All you gots to do is (write)
Share your problems with the world, tell the story of your life
All you gots to do is (write)
And they'll be right by your side, everything gon' be tight
But when you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna criticise ya
When you're wrong, muthafuckas gonna talk about ya
When you're wrong...
(Some tell you it's a art, some tell you it's a shame)
Track Name: One Day At A Time Ft. K-Dee & K.B.
[Devin:]
Uh, rollin' car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much too old and
Smokin' weed feelin' fine
In my Nightville '79

I smoke weed I drink brew
That's all I rap about cause shit that's all I do
Some people get mad cause I smoke in front of my kids
Well I also wipe they ass when they piss and shit
I treat a woman like a queen and a bitch like a slut
But I tend to make 'em both wipe off my dick when I nut
I keep a whole bunch of bitches from Brawlway to Bisanet
A bitch to buy me weed a bitch to buy me beer and cigarettes
A hoe to help me with music have her ass jacked up
In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups
She likes my old school Porshe
She like my old school knowledge
But most of all she like my special gold tooth polish
And she's bout it
If I want it then I got it
We'll be goin' off to college
I be givin' that pussy plenty mileage
I be nuttin' on your bitch while I'm rubbin' on her tits
She be suckin' on my dick
I stuck it then I split

Keep in mind
Peace of mind
Takin' it a day at a time
Stayin' high
To ease my mind
Wavin' at every bitch that goes by

[K-Dee:]
Ya see my organization is gettin' stronger
See we ain't for that bullshit no longer
Devin and K-Dee
Never the less we
Keep the bud handy sip the finest French brandy
Jewels be imported don't fuck with the rinky dinky
Rock Ice like Berg Slim a couple stones on each pinky
Never fakin' but makin' boyfriends becomes exs
Kick to the curb see we swerve in a Lexus
Ta-dow
How ya like us now
Got niggas sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow"
The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive
A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive
You niggas need to stop thinkin' I'm a hater
Mad because I spit more game than a commentator
As long as your heads bobbin'
Your girls hearts throbbin'
Hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin'

Keep in mind
Peace of mind
Takin' it a day at a time
Stayin' high
To ease my mind
Wavin' at every bitch that goes by

[K.B.:]
I fuck these hoes skinny or swole
He bitchin' bout ugly toes
You ain't fuckin' her feet fuck the hoe with your eyes closed
Shit, I showed these bitches what they pussy made for
Especially a big ? Carter lookin' ass hoe
Bitch name ? fuckin' pooh big Shiela
Big country ass hoe with a body like a two liter
I feed her peter
She give me everything I need
I get beer by the cases and a big ole' bag a weed
Cause she love hustlin' Kelvin
I leave her with more blue notes than Melvin
Makes me a hamsandwich then I'm bailin'
Out like a felon
Something metal lock lemon
These hoes got tricks but from me all they get is dick
And a whole bunch of lies that I spit
? flew up in these bitches I leave them hoes sick
We all know they ain't shit
And so I'm out to get rich
And if I hit
The bitch thick

Keep in mind
Peace of mind
Takin' it a day at a time
Stayin' high
To ease my mind
Wavin' at every bitch that goes by
Track Name: Boo Boo'n
Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand
Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can
Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say
Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ
My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill
Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will
I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host
aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke
Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own
you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone
But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud
all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards
With the East coast flow West coast body language
Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit
Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin
Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n

Had to get away needed some time to chill
so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel
Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while
takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it
Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it
And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do
I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in
with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin
And there's always one in the crowd
Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin
Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield
I'm a bitch I'm a hoe
Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door
Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin
who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n

I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county
he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me
He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty
Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?"
It's a house down the street about two doors down
they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds
Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool
Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool
We can all come up what ever we get we split
aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit
So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac
He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack
Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is
that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years
So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin
Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n
Track Name: Like A Sweet Ft. Scarface, Jugg Mugg, Killemall, Ant Live
I break down the sweets
and roll the hos like 2 by 4’s
fire it up take a pull
and run it up through my nose
take a couple more
and then it goes to my friends
when its gone
I start the whole process all over again
every night and day the same thing
brain stays blowed
you got some weed to smoke
it seems I cant say no
but we don’t need no water
let that motherfucker burn
and take two pulls and pass man
its that other brothers turn
cuz you kno I love coffee
cant keep the smell off me
nigga this some killa
better pull on the toffee
and don’t be babysittin
with the weed man hit it
cuz the faster you pass it man
the faster you get it

nah the faster you hit it
the faster you fly
pass that sweet to the right
and don’t keep passin it by
now I cant lie
but I love gettin high
sleepy eyes
smoking sweets til the day that I die
don’t ask me why
I love the essence of your presents
never fall when im ?
in the circle mic checkin
I use the sweet as my weapon
no disrespect
but ima pay for the wood
its all good
take another pull
pass that shit cuz im full

can I smoke witcha
yes you can
all you gotta do is come
and put it in the jugs hand
let the coffee circulate
and pass it straight to my brothas
ever posses the sess
nigga we share with eachother
you holdint he swet
why you runnin your fuckin mouth
constantly movin your lips
without no smoke comin out
cuz the mic is like a sweet
you hit it hard and pass it on
so I gotsta make sure
that the blow ? is gone

aint nothing better than
a fresh bag a weed up in the morn
before im gone
twist that shit up and ?
so what you coffee brother need not askin
you besta be bout passin
I don seen tons of weed turn to ash
?
oxygen 3 for 10
I do it all over again
in an effort to leave my skin
now if I cant afford it ima ?
all about your ?
highways and better days
illustrate ?

can I smoke witchyall?
hell nah
can i smoke witchyall now?
hell nah
I wanna smoke witchyall
hell nah
I wanna smoke witchyall now
hell nah
you see I smoke weed
he smokes weed
im hopin everybody smoke weed
I smoke weed (hey how come I cant blow witchyall?)
he smoke weed (ima pass the shit man please)
ya no what ima sayin
get me high get me high
you see me smoke ganja
sensimillia make you live longer
get me high get me high
you see me smoke ganja
sensimillia make me get higher

now im sittin in the studio
higher than fuck
got my homie mac mall
and he twistin it up
cant forget bout ?
in the place to be
in the O to the muthafuckin double D
? muthafuckin ? my homie DEV
spell it out for ?
so ? can see
smokin too much
muthafuckin weed in this bitch
finna fire up another spliff
? on the mixin board
cutcha ass up
just like ?
and on the mic ? gettin bored
and these niggas on the other side
think they gettin high
dippin swisher sweets
and lacin up the weed ?
fuck the dumb shit
where you from southside
let it be known
that any nigga steppin gettin blown
and its cool like that
becuz we rule like that
and say fools like that
come to war and bring ya strap
cuz it don’t stop
and it don’t quit
until I say its over wit
fuck the dumb shit
fire up the weed
gimme what I need
so I can proceed
to hit ya ass up high speed
loose loose and I get loose
1, 2, 3 don’t drink no juice
no gin and tonic
just gimme the chronic
so I can fuck up shit
and make these niggas
feel like I was steve Austin
the bionic man
smokin gettin high as I can
getting layed out
in the studi-udi getting blazed out
with the ? nigga ? the mic til it fade out
now hold up
who wanna blow?
hold up
who got the flow
swisher sweet bro let it roll
we want your muthafuckin mind to blow

(it look like a sweet man
gotta make it last. freestyle let me back it up
damn right
yall mad at me?
let him smoke
yea fuck man ay man im smokin this muthafucka by myself
pass that here
I shouldn’t have gave yall this muthafucka if yall didn’t want me to smoke. get ya muthafuckin ass away from me. aint nobody hittin this shit.
you bastard
fuck Charlie brown. don’t tell me shit bout no muthafuckin Charlie brown. you shouldn’t have passed me this muthafucka. now back that shit up and let me re-take my fuckin ?. the fuck you mean i cant smoke witchyall. hell nah. passin ?. ? me the fuck out. I wouldn’t give a fuck. I am not smokin no weed witchyall. fuck yall.
everybody out
smoke smoke too much. the weed is gone. the weed is gone man. the weed is gone
muthafucka!
the weed is gone
ay call ya boy lemme get some more weed iight
nigga don’t kno how to pass
after these messages we’ll be right back
ay ? ass muthafcuka)
Track Name: Show 'Em Ft. K.B.
[Devin]
I know I shouldn't do this, but i can't help it
I'm a fiend, lotion and magazines is what I'm left with
I step without my pride to the toilet and lace my palm
With honey and almond
But suddenly the phone rings, and its Kb
Pussy just came through, some for him and some for me
Hell yeah, I'll be there to help you fuck 'em
Get 'em drunk, get 'em high pull they titties out and suck 'em

[K.B.]
Don't rush 'em
We bout to fuck these hoes man no question
Just bring your ass on because they already buzzin
And lovin, my hospitality I put it down
I got a quarter pound of weed and a big thang of crown
Shit my dick hard now, just lookin at these bitches
With these big soft asses and these nice round titties
While you gigglin you best a hurry your ass the fuck
I'm bout one second away from cranking this fuck fest up

[Chorus]
No need for rest haven these hoes
Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for
Lets me and you lay in these hoes
And, show 'em what they pussy made for
No need for us saving these hoes
Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for
Lets leave without payin these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made for

[Devin]
Man, just let 'em know I'm coming in bout 25 minutes
And get they pussy ready cause I'm finna to dive in it
I hear 'em talkin loud in the background, hollin
Tell 'em don't get too drunk and keep they pussy lips smilin

[K.B.]
These hoes wildin, but still I got 'em under control
Impatiently waitin for some dick thats swole
And just some horny ass bitches that love to fuck
Tellin me how they suck dick and swallow the nutt (they gobble it up)
I thought I told you about one of them hoes
I put my foot inside her pussy and took it out and suck my toes
Yo, don't forget to stop and get some fuckin duncoms, condoms
Forget them nigga we got a problem

[Devin]
That ain't no problem man, you know we must cover our bones
Zoom zoom bust in the room get bout two and I'm gone
And as soon as I get there I'm gonna spit some game to her
Get the pussy so quick you think I already knew her

[Chorus]
No need for rest haven these hoes
Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for
Lets me and you lay in these hoes
And, show 'em what they pussy made for
No need for us saving these hoes
Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for
Lets leave without payin these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made for

[K.B.]
Finally, at last Devin showed up
And the first thing this muthafucka said was........(Devin finishes the rest)

[Devin]
What the fuck is this thick neck big bitch here
Man I should a bought a 16 ounce beer
Say big hous, you fucked over me dawg I thought we was cool
How in the hell we gonna get these two big bitches in the pool

[K.B.]
Ha Ha Ha, you fool, stop trippin and just take your clothes off
Cause all pussy feel the same when the lights go off

[Devin]
Man thats too much pork
For just one fork
And I'll pass
You can't even tell the difference between the stomach and they ass
Stretch marks on they titties like a road map
Hoe slapped, on some mabaline

[K.B.]
But she keep her navel clean
And at least these hgoes big and cute not big and fucked up
You done fucked a skinny ugly ass hoe so nigga whats up
Don't give a fuck if you fuck these broads nobody knows
So just drank and smoke this dank and lets fuck these hoes

[Chorus]
No need for rest haven these hoes
Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for
Lets me and you lay in these hoes
And, show 'em what they pussy made for
No need for us saving these hoes
Lets, show 'em what they pussy made for
Lets leave without payin these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made for

Come on and, show 'em what they pussy made for
Come on and, show 'em what they pussy made for
Come on and, show 'em what they pussy made for
Come on and, show 'em what they pussy made for
Track Name: Can't Change Me ft. K-Dee & K.B.
[Talking K-Dee]
Call me if you change your mind

[Devin]
I see you like takin your chances
But if your nigga knew that you do butt-naked dances
And runnin my bath and rubbin soap on my feet
Smokin my meat, while I'm smokin a sweet
And we losin his mind, thinkin bout doin a crime
The way you lick on my nutts and make me bust two at a time
You persuing my penis I seen this happen before
We fuck for bout a month and we aint laughin no more
Then you start to get just a little curious
I don't call in two days and you take the shit serious
We can get crunk smoke weed and shit
But I rather you just call when you need some dick
There's a whole bunch of hoes out there like you
Who love to fuck and suck dick too
Gotta dip dip dive dive what can I say
She try to hit' em all inside of one day

But ah, I can stick around and keep you company
Or you can spend the night if it was up to me
You can change him but you can't change me
Cause you know i rather fuck than watch t.v.

Girl, I can stick around and keep you company
Or you can spend the night if it was up to me
Girl, you can change him but you can't change me
Cause you know I rather fuck than watch t.v.

[Talking K.B.]
Naw you aint got to cut the t.v. on
Why don't you just stand up and model for me

[K-Dee]
I can tell you like niggas sportin rings and lacs
Got me spittin not hittin with no strings attached
You got a man, I understand I'm cool with it
You wanna look cause a nigga don't know what to do with it
Thats why I get it, sexy outfits like french maids
Got you hollin my name with every inch laid
While I'm, fuckin I'm thinkin of ways of gettin paid
That night you was suckin, damn thats why I stayed
Now you mad cause I played more fields than Kim
Got you sayin I wish you were more like him
Aint that a bitch, expectin me to oil you
Wine and dine your ass cause he swore you
What I look like washin your back while you shower
I aint the nigga for leavin letters I'm sending flowers
Tryin to arch my ways, damn thats funny to me
You can change him but you can't change me

But ah, I can stick around and keep you company
Or you can spend the night if it was up to me
You can change him but you can't change me
Cause you know i rather fuck than watch t.v.

Girl, I can stick around and keep you company
Or you can spend the night if it was up to me
Girl, you can change him but you can't change me
Cause you know I rather fuck than watch t.v.

[K.B.]
I lay these hoes, slay these hoes
Play these hoes, never pay these hoes
Between bitches and hoes man they really aint shit
Some of yall givin them dick, you givin them rent money
You fuckin with him because he treats you nice
To me you a hoe he'll make you his wife
He takin you shoppin and now you out boppin
For a nigga like me who talkin bout knockin
That ass on the first night, the comfort inn
You got a man at home, shit I'll be your friend
I don't need a bitch all attached to me
Cause I use these hoes then lose these hoes
Abuse these hoes for owning my dick
I'm beatin it up you nuttin too quick
I'm only out for one thang and its plan to see
You may have changed him but you can't change me

But ah, I can stick around and keep you company
Or you can spend the night if it was up to me
You can change him but you can't change me
Cause you know i rather fuck than watch t.v.

Girl, I can stick around and keep you company
Or you can spend the night if it was up to me
Girl, you can change him but you can't change me
Cause you know I rather fuck than watch t.v.

[Talking K.B.]
You know what I'm sayin
I know you listenin
You know I want to be up in that pussy right now
Let me come by and just dick ya down
I'm trippin, but I'm trippin cause I know you listenin
Huh, when you ridin with your boyfriend or whatever just act like it aint you
Thats what I'm talkin bout, I aint gone trip off that shit either
Naw naw, you having good pussy aint got nothing to do with this [Laughing]
I'm Out!
Track Name: I Can't Quit
[2 guys talking about Devin]

Man. They got him in the office again, man.
Yeah, I know. He's been in there for an hour already.
And ya know, I kinda feel bad for the guy.
Damn, what do you mean. The fucker clocks in drunk.
Man, it's his wife and kids; that's who you need to feel sorry for.
Yeah, I know. And ya know, what are they gonna do if he loses another job.
Fuckin' alcy. Fuckin' pothead.
He owes me $5 anyway.

[Verse 1:]

On my way to the job
Drunk than a bitch
I'm late for work again
Damn, boss goin' have a fit
He said, "This shit been going on
For just too damn long
I need to go and find some help
Or take my drunk ass home"
And I really don't wanna quit
Because see then I can't sit
Up on my ass and smoke my grass from unemployment checks
And I admit, when I wake up
I hit the drank, I blow up
But in back of the job
I don't bother noone
I stay strictly to myself
Co-workers know I be blowed
So they say my production is throwed
And I'm not carrying my load
So I go, and share my problems
With my friends who be
Just as high as I
As they pass the doobie to me
Who we be, fucked up fool, drunk, blowed, bent
When it's time to pay my rent
My money's damn near spent
I know I'm fucking up my lungs
My liver ain't 'bout shit
From all the weed
And all the alcohol
But y'all, I can't quit

[2 guys talking]

Man, if it was me dog, I'd say, "Fuck that job".
Man, here. Hit the weed, man. Fuck a job, man.
Shit, I'll hit that. Here, I'll hit it.
Shit, no weed goin' never tell you nothin' wrong.
I've been tellin' you to quit that motherfuckin' job anyways.
Yeah, that boss trippin', on my dick anyways.
Fuck that nigga. Hell fuck yeah.
Want me to kick his ass for you?
Fuck it man.

[Verse 2:]

See, reefer's like a friend
Who free me from my foes
Drinking something different today
But wearing the same old clothes
I guess weed, wine, and women
Was the life that I chose
But it got hard splitting my dick
Between my wife and these hoes
So I just smoke
An ounce a day, nothing less
Spent so many damn dollars
That it don't make no fucking sense
I went to seek help
Thought I was losing my mind
The doctor walked in high
With some brew and a dime
And said, "It's your life, nigga
Go ahead and enjoy
And whenever you need some weed, nigga
Just hollar at your boy
'Cause ain't nothing wrong with it, go on on
Take these, you need at least 3 cups in the morning"
Drinking all day
Big chiefing at night
I keep my eyes red and tight
So that my teeth can look white
And I can smell it and tell it
The weed you have ain't shit
But I'll still take a pull
And twist the cap on the bull
I can't quit

[Devin and his doctor talking]

Damn, doctor. Is this shit gonna kill me, man?
No, no son. No need to panic.
It's actually quite good for you.
It slows down the structure of white blood cells
And cures the flow. It's called nature's illing leaf.
The more you smoke it the better you feel. Take another hit.
You ain't bullshittin'. You did good.
Would I lie to you?

[Verse 3:]

Just another day
Another fat sweet to get my head right
I'm sitting back, my windows cracked
I'm chilling at the red light
Minding my business
But why is this law typing my plates
I only gotta dime and ain't got time to catch no case
But still she races up to me
And stick her nose out in my car
"Hey bitch, what you looking in my car for?"
She pointed at the sweet
Still burning and said, "Aw"
I had to think quick
Pulled out my dick
And shoved it in her jaw
But like weak times
I had to hit the gas
Collect my seeds
Clean the ash
Non-stop, evade the cops
They mad because I'm high they not
I made the block, screwed up some cop
Dipped back on the freeway
Threw my empty 40 bottle out
When I passed San Felipe
We stay blowed, fucked up, drunk, full, bent
My kids screaming Astroworld
But all my time is spent
And you can tell the way I smell
My braincells ain't shit
From all the weed and all the alcohol
But y'all, I can't quit

[2 guys talking]

That was cool, man. Hey, can I get one of those dranks?
Naw, man. I told you about your beer-hoggin' ass.
Nigga, go to the fuckin' store.
C'mon, man. Can I drink with y'all, man?
I can't hear. Goddamn, I can't hear shit.
(...?...)
Do you have a job? Do you have a job?
Hell yeah, I gotta job motherfucker.
I just spend all my money buying weed.
Ya know, it helps me work longer
So I can make more money
So I can buy more weed
So I can work longer
So I can make more money
So I can buy more weed
So I can work longer
So I can make more money
So I can buy more weed
So I can work longer
So I can make more money
So I can buy more weed
Track Name: Georgy ft. Kuirshan
It was a cool afternoon the first day of school
Everybody wonderin whose the new dude
With the Kangol sneakers with the wide shoe strangs
Wonderin where he from and how he do thangs
His eyes stayed red but he kept his mind clear
The brothers knew he wasn't from no where round here
And the girls kept whisperin' in each others ear
It seems they didn't care about the smell of the beer
They was all on his thing a couple of 'em tried to grab it
Takin their chances didn't know of his bad habits
A two timin' cheat and quick to make up a lie
Just to be kissin' the girls and makin' em cry

(Chorus)
Georgieeeeee, Georgieeeeee
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry
Georgieeeeee, Georgieeeeee
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry

The girls didn't take caution
When they was flossin wit Georgy
Porgy turn a simple party into an orgy
And just when they thought
That they was the one that he chose
He get rid of them quick and get so mo
No time for lames it's a shame what he do to women
His mouth spit game like a snake shootin' venom
And after he hit 'em some claim that he's no good
But they stick wit' him guess the pain feel so good
Take what he can get givin' up nuttin' why
He don't think that he should pay for the puddin' pie
Takin' em, breakin' em, fakin' em out
He just be kissin' the girls and makin' em cry

(Chorus)
Georgieeeeee, Georgieeeeee
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry
Georgieeeeee, Georgieeeeee
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry

He kept a girl on the side he keep one at home
And those who wasn't smart they couldn't leave him alone
He'd pick one of 'em a different one yep each weekend Undressin' em,
caressin' em, kissin' em, freakin' em
But last friday night oh this what I heard
Outside his driveway parked a thunderbird
Georgy couldn't hear nothin but the headboard knockin'
Looked up and saw a strange woman in thewindow watchin'
Didn't know if it wasTina, Tenae, or Toila
But whoever it was they had a gray revolver
They asked no question just start bustin'
George was in shock couldn't say or do nothin
He just layed there stiff lookin' froze
And all he could think about was I got too many hoes
In the bed wit' no clothes just waitin' to die
Just for kissin' the girls and makin' em cry

(Chorus) Fades
Georgieeeeee, Georgieeeeee
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry
Georgieeeeee, Georgieeeeee
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry