H-Town-Delo/Devin the Dude/Agonylife/Lil O/Fame $ity/Mookie Jones/Killa Kyleon

H-Town - Devin the Dude Intro: 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. B**ch what do you want? Ni**a what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of w**d? Whatever it is just leave the message at the tone Or better yet, f**k 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. (some chickens talking) Verse 1: B**ch what do you want? Ni**a what do you need? A rock hard bone? A dime of w**d? 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 b**ches and hoes and he probably f**ked yours But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no sh*t But if your b**ch is in his ride then she's 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 ni**a just keep dippin' Early in the morning flippin' Coffee sippin' Don't 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 Hook: 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' sh*t Round the Dude Don't play no funny games Don't talk sh*t no He'll tell you to suck a dick He's the Dude Hey hey here comes the Dude Verse 2: Da da do dap Bla do blap dap B**ches 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 b**ches suck it and make them niggas get off it Don't start sh*t 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 b**ches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen F**k 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 f**k, you'll never catch him sober All his women quit him cause they got f**ked over But all the p**sy he got was p**sy 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 Hook Who is it? Who is it? Bridge: Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell? The Dude been through Hell See the smoke in the air? Shouldn't do the sh*t he do but see the Dude don't care Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere Verse 3: He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin' Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin' Half naked b**ch with him with plenty of a** 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 f**k around And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs But don't f**k 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 Hook