Dude
Asher Roth and Curren$y Lyrics


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Dude
Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts
Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch
Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork
Go for it, little dork, don't you know, I'm that dude
Yo, yo, born from a stork
Kung Pao chicken, you can pile on the pork
When I get bored, I just call up Scott Storch
House phone, no cord, of course I'm that dude

Cut my hair in two years
Drink beer, get weird
Get clear advice when my friends tell me get real
No deal, I be sippin' smoothies and shit
Gettin' stoned and then I go alone to movies and shit
Bolognese, homemade, only played croquet
In a cloak, and like old episodes of Soul Train
Run with the O'Jays, Whole Foods for the groceries
OJ, loafs, cherries and Yoplait
No way, Jose, Cuervo in a bear coat
Hair long, tomatoes, grow my ver' own
Barebone, dare you to out-stare a scarecrow
Blow whale's airhole, hair like scared werewolf
Get down, sheets got a high thread count
Red gown, gets drowned out by my med sound
Loud, TED talks on the iPad
Old search says Bang Bros., my bad
Good weed got be talkin' 'bout deities
Aphrodites, sucker for good lighting
And neat handwriting, sorta like calligraphy
Trick or treat at 30, dressed up as Jackie Tree

Dude
Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts
Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch
Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork
Go for it, little dork, don't you know, I'm that dude
Yo, yo, born from a stork
Kung Pao chicken, you can pile on the pork
When I get bored, I just call up Scott Storch
House phone, no cord, of course I'm that dude

Niggas is clowns, I hand out styles like
I make them at home, beneath my
Workshop lights
Hundreds of these, it's nothing to me
At home over the stove, makin' these keys
Laughin' at these little niggas mimicking me
They slidin' down razor blades, landin' in alcohol rivers
I can't get with 'em, nah, Spitta chillin'
And I still claim Jets at your
Motherfuckin'
With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes
Comin'
Same old shit spinnin', just the toilet bowl different
Bathrooms bigger, bigger mirrors
Hoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin'
Coexistin', demolishing my pimpin'
None of that asking where I'm going
Furthermore, when I'm comin' back
No wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearin' act
Never die, motherfucker, that's what I say
Gettin' money out your bitches every goddamn day
Homie said he want a show, I want 10 grand
I'mma need 10 more when my plane land
Baby never met another nigga higher or hotter
Bitch, just hit the weed, don't
Ask where I got it
In the presence of these international globe trotters




On the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners
Dude

Overall Meaning

The song "Dude" by Asher Roth featuring Curren$y is a light-hearted, humorous track that playfully boasts about living life on their own terms. The lyrics describe hanging out on the porch, sipping on a cold drink, and using chopsticks instead of a fork. The chorus of the song declares "I'm that dude," asserting their confidence and swagger. The verses detail the artists' carefree lifestyle, from cutting their hair every two years, to sipping smoothies, getting stoned, and going to the movies alone. They also reference their love of Kung Pao chicken, homemade Bolognese, and shopping at Whole Foods. Curren$y's verse highlights his disdain for imitators, bragging about his unique style and willingness to disappear when he wants to. Despite this, he also mentions his success with women and his ability to make money from them every day.


Overall, "Dude" is a lighthearted, playful track that celebrates individualism and living life on one's own terms. The lyrics are cleverly crafted to showcase the artists' sense of humor and confidence, while also winking at the listener with a tongue-in-cheek tone.


Line by Line Meaning

Dude
The title and repeating chorus of the song, emphasizing the artist's self-proclaimed status as a cool and laid-back guy


Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts
Describing the artist's relaxed attire and demeanor


Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch
Painting the picture of the artist enjoying a refreshing drink and soaking up some sun on his porch


Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork
An idiosyncratic detail about the artist's eating habits, choosing to use chopsticks instead of a fork


Go for it, little dork, don't you know, I'm that dude
Encouraging someone to take a chance, while also asserting the artist's own confidence and swagger


Yo, yo, born from a stork
A nonsensical line likely meant to lead into the next set of lyrics


Kung Pao chicken, you can pile on the pork
Recommending a specific dish and providing a humorous suggestion to add more meat to it


When I get bored, I just call up Scott Storch
Naming a famous producer whom the artist can call to work together when bored


House phone, no cord, of course I'm that dude
Boasting about having a cordless house phone and further asserting his status as 'that dude'


Cut my hair in two years
Noting the artist's choice to not cut his hair for a couple of years


Drink beer, get weird
A playful line expressing the artist's enjoyment of beer and the effects it can have


Get clear advice when my friends tell me get real
Acknowledging the wisdom of receiving honest advice from good friends


No deal, I be sippin' smoothies and shit
Revealing a preference for healthier drinks like smoothies


Gettin' stoned and then I go alone to movies and shit
Describing a leisurely activity of getting high and enjoying a movie by oneself


Bolognese, homemade, only played croquet
Providing details about the artist's culinary skills and an uncommon interest in playing croquet


In a cloak, and like old episodes of Soul Train
An eclectic mix of personal style and pop culture references


Run with the O'Jays, Whole Foods for the groceries
Naming a classic R&B group and a popular grocery store, showing diverse musical and culinary tastes


OJ, loafs, cherries and Yoplait
Listing some grocery items likely in the artist's shopping cart


No way, Jose, Cuervo in a bear coat
An absurd line with no clear meaning, possibly emphasizing the artist's non sequitur style


Hair long, tomatoes, grow my ver' own
Noting the artist's long hair and ability to grow his own tomatoes


Barebone, dare you to out-stare a scarecrow
An idiosyncratic challenge to stare down a scarecrow


Blow whale's airhole, hair like scared werewolf
Another nonsensical line emphasizing the artist's willingness to make absurd comparisons


Get down, sheets got a high thread count
Making a reference to the quality of the sheets on his bed


Red gown, gets drowned out by my med sound
A poetic line suggesting the artist's preference for calming music to drown out the sound of his clothing


Loud, TED talks on the iPad
Describing a mode of entertainment and self-education using an iPad to watch TED talks


Old search says Bang Bros., my bad
Admitting to accidentally running a pornography-related search on his iPad


Good weed got be talkin' 'bout deities
Suggesting the artist's appreciation for the effects of high-quality cannabis


Aphrodites, sucker for good lighting
Listing a Greek goddess and expressing a preference for well-lit environments


And neat handwriting, sorta like calligraphy
Noting an appreciation for good penmanship and comparing it to calligraphy


Trick or treat at 30, dressed up as Jackie Tree
A humorous detail about dressing up in costume for Halloween as an adult


Niggas is clowns, I hand out styles like
A new set of lyrics opening with a negative remark about certain people, followed by a line about providing fashion advice


I make them at home, beneath my
Continuation of the previous line, suggesting the artist makes his own clothes rather than relying on expensive fashion brands


Workshop lights
A detail about the location where the artist creates his own clothing


Hundreds of these, it's nothing to me
Asserting the ease and abundance of the artist's clothing creations


At home over the stove, makin' these keys
Noting that the artist creates clothes at home, likening it to crafting a musical instrument


Laughin' at these little niggas mimicking me
Dismissing those who try to copy the artist's style


They slidin' down razor blades, landin' in alcohol rivers
Using a vivid metaphor to describe the likely downfall of imitators


I can't get with 'em, nah, Spitta chillin'
Asserting the artist's own confidence and non-conformity


And I still claim Jets at your
Confirming loyalty to the rap collective named Jet Life


Motherfuckin'
An expletive or intensifier ending the previous phrase


With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes
A suggestive detail about the artist's activities and company


Comin'
Another line fragment or intensifier


Same old shit spinnin', just the toilet bowl different
Using a humorous metaphor to describe the repetitiveness of daily life


Bathrooms bigger, bigger mirrors
Noting the size of his bathroom and mirrors as a detail of how he is perceived


Hoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin'
A line about the potential vanity of his companions and the warped view they have of their lifestyle


Coexistin', demolishing my pimpin'
A line linking two contradictory ideas, coexisting and destroying


None of that asking where I'm going
A line expressing a disregard for being questioned or held accountable


Furthermore, when I'm comin' back
Another line expressing independence and autonomy, stating nobody needs to worry about when he will return


No wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearin' act
A line asserting that one doesn't need fine clothing or material possessions to maintain a rogue persona


Never die, motherfucker, that's what I say
A line expressing the artist's confidence in his continued existence and success in life and music


Gettin' money out your bitches every goddamn day
A vulgar line about exploiting women for money


Homie said he want a show, I want 10 grand
A line about satisfying one's material desires and setting a high price for a performance


I'mma need 10 more when my plane land
Asserting one's worth and confidence in the artist's ability to generate more income


Baby never met another nigga higher or hotter
Flattering oneself with a boastful claim of superiority among one's peers


Bitch, just hit the weed, don't
Using an impolite term for a woman and suggesting she simply indulge in marijuana


Ask where I got it
Telling the woman not to inquire about the origin of the marijuana


In the presence of these international globe trotters
Noting the artist's global connections and experiences


On the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners
A line describing the artist's carefree lifestyle and friendships in different places




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