Tru Dudes

[Verse 1]

Is it really that bad that my clothes is tight?

That I hydrate babes like Pedialyte

That I stay rock hard like a meteorite

Thought your homeboy here was an idiot right?

Well, ya thought wrong, I got flavor

I rock shows with the blue lightsaber

I hit dimes but also date eighters

I make moves, blow up like Al-Qaeda

I'm in kicks that you can't buy yet

Ya kicks okay like your name Wyatt

Care Bear Clockers, pink highlighters

Haters wanna snatch my heat like firefighters

Boys out there think they just like me

Naw naw, y'all funny, y'all from UCB?

Y'all standin' in line, I'm in VIP

Y'all know shit 'bout me like TIP, hah!

[Hook]

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[Verse 2: MC Chris]

Think your voice's funny man, that's kind of hilarious

I'm the rapper makin' noise when there's shadow in your area

I’m like a damager cause I’m a little loquacious

I do it for the hotties with the bodies bodacious

I'm high pitched, might flip if ya diss my node

Think Chris ain't the shit, you can kiss my chode

Weak ass sales, not too early to boast

Seriously bro, hand over the security code

Because my rhymes so fresh, greengrocers' gotta spray 'em

Fired all my lawyers cause I didn't wanna pay 'em

From the PM to the AM I'll slay 'em with the sawed-off

Make a little money and I'll smoke the marijuana

MC without Glover is Murtaugh without Riggs

Jam and peanut butter with the crust cut off for kids

One smokes Kinds, the other smokes Mids

Let's mix it up a little like the DJ did

Bacardi and Coke, black and white cookie

Smokin' in the alley cause you know we're playin' hooky

We're up to no good, please don't tell our mamas

Don't mock us [?] 'cause we got this for Obama

[Hook]

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[Verse 3]

Sicker than Old Yeller, money like bank tellers

The chicks that I'm with are thicker than Nutella

Y'all need to switch quick and get with a sick fella

Cause I'm bout to go Rihanna like I'm an Umbrella

Come over to my place, we can cut like shears

And make some mistakes like Jamie Lynn Spears

I'm nasty? No. Forward? Yes

I'm hip to the game, you're a rook like chess

My money so long that they call it John Silver's

Your money so light that it fluff like pillows

Boutique killers, you can see

They close up shop when the clerks see me

I'm not Kanye, but my collar's popped

Cause the bro's like soda, I shit you not

This shit's bright orange, Fanta shade

You got the yellow face, that's my lemonade

I'ma try to stay tight like girls that fuck hard

Stay in the Bay with green like Brett Farve

[Hook]

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