d-d-d-dammit man I'm in a throwback so old It'll make your grandma glance And everybody know, everybody go So please, call the stretch ambulance These dudes
do nothing about it, go to the unemployment office, hell yeah it's crowded, our hoods takin wrong turns now it's time to reroute it, I know a lil dude
far away She rides the silver Audi off to work everyday Except for Thursday she gets a ride from her mother or some other dude until I killed that motherfucker
damn, you straight dog... [CHORUS] That's why I ain't got no time, for these games and stupid tricks, or these bitches on my dick, that's how dudes
hair Track suit fits you like a mitten, got them wishin, picturin you with them Caught em watching, like that dude I bet you got him, wrapped around your french
Him, So Icey Gucci Mane, Quarter-Mil On My Arm, So Icey Gucci Mane, Quarter-Mil On My Charm, Gucci! [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Gucci Is A Dumb Dude, But He
Tell you what... do it better I just might Take it back to 86 you wanna lick, sike! [Chorus:] Don't let the TV mislead you Me and you dude we are not
? Tell you what..do it better I just might Take it back to 86 you wanna lick, sike! Chorus Don?t let the TV mislead you Me and you dude we are not equal
eyes on my riches Can't Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french frames with the french name
'm switchin lanes you can hardly see I'm good, I'm okay, don't worry about it boo boo I do this all the time, this is my life dude Vroom Vroom, give me
when im switchin lanes you can hardly see im good, im okay, don't worry about it boo boo I do this all the time, this is my life dude Vroom Vroom, give
Trick Daddy] And gimme some of your butter pecan Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it Right jeeeah Cuz baby, if I bite you I bet you like it French
no other) [Trick Daddy] And gimme some of your butter pecan Put it right there on tip of my tongue, hold it Right jeeeah Cuz baby, if I bite you I bet you like it French
a love for my fans C c call me the french... player C c call me the french... lover C c call me the french... whatever C c call me the frenchie M2thep
the green is the only thing puffin' over here So be clear, put this bug up in your ear Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air [Chorus] [Redman:] A dude
Into a quiet place So I can look at it face to face Let me guess, you prefer to wear cotton I can tell, cause you like squattin Your last dude, he was
you can't get in here boy [Tech N9ne:] What's wrong with me man? [Bouncer:] Well can't you read the sign boy? [Tech N9ne:] No French braids, No dread
the outback redneck Australians, And the crooked teeth of an English dude Or those creepy Italians who think they?re smooth. And how could anyone hate the French
