歌曲 | Dose of Dopeness |
歌手 | Kid Cudi |
专辑 | Dose of Dopeness |
Whoa | |
Yeah | |
Whoa oh oh oh | |
Yeah | |
Whoa oh oh | |
[Verse 1] | |
Movin’ wit out movin’, Pure Crush Groovin’ | |
Right on track, right on and I’m back | |
Rap Ex-Lax yeah, I be pooin’ on ‘em | |
Damn right, Mr. Cudi he be dippin' on ‘em | |
Say it loud, y’all want the new-new | |
Explorer like Dora, that’s how I got a clue too | |
So fucking underground, barely on Youtube | |
‘Till Day N Night, now they all got a clue who | |
Took me a minute man, took me a while | |
Hard headed nigga ever since I was wild, a child | |
But my ambitions made bitches beg for attention | |
DJ’s un-mixin’ their mixes, just to toss in some Cudder | |
And I tried to tell my mother | |
But she ain't understand, figure me on some other | |
But see my mommy ‘aint a fronter | |
So nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker | |
[Hook] x2 | |
And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless | |
We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness | |
I, I do, what I do | |
And, I, I do, what I do | |
[Bridge] | |
Do my little dance | |
Sippin' out a cup | |
All my people in the back | |
My people in the front | |
I, I do, What I do | |
And, I do, what I do, do | |
Do my little dance | |
Sippin' out of cup | |
Pullin' up my pants | |
She come walkin' up | |
And I'm like... | |
I, I do, what I do | |
And, I, I do what I do, do | |
Whoah, Nigga! | |
Y'all motherfuckers need to understand the fuckin' game | |
Shit ain't gon' change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up | |
Niggas need to open they fuckin' minds, Nigga! | |
Cause this is some shit, that Ya'll niggas ain't ready for | |
[Verse 2] | |
Moovin' wit out moovin', Pure Crush Groovin' | |
Right on track, right on and I'm back | |
You make songs about some new dances | |
I make songs 'bout the black man advancements | |
I'm talkin' classic homie, I'm talkin' monumental | |
And I don't need much but Dot instrumentals | |
That's how I lay the stencil, me smilin' up out the window | |
I'm in the leaner dome, that's my crib on the moon | |
And I'm livin' in hotel rooms | |
In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth | |
How a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak | |
And how a nigga live, is sacrifice was big | |
And I'mma say it right before the hook | |
Maybe in due time, Pimpin', I'mma write a book | |
But now I'mma play my Andre 3000 | |
And dream about an island wit model girls eyein' | |
[Outro] | |
Um... Hello... | |
Hey Baby... | |
Um...yeah | |
Some people call me CuDi | |
Some people call me Scott | |
It don't matter what you want to call me, as long as you call me something | |
As long as you call me, Baby | |
But Um... | |
You know... | |
You seem real pretty | |
And I ain't talkin' bout how you look | |
I'm talkin' about your vibe | |
Your vibe is pretty | |
But, I'm pretty hungry, you want to go get something to eat? | |
Sip on something? | |
Where we going? | |
The Moon... |
Whoa | |
Yeah | |
Whoa oh oh oh | |
Yeah | |
Whoa oh oh | |
Verse 1 | |
Movin' wit out movin', Pure Crush Groovin' | |
Right on track, right on and I' m back | |
Rap ExLax yeah, I be pooin' on ' em | |
Damn right, Mr. Cudi he be dippin' on ' em | |
Say it loud, y' all want the newnew | |
Explorer like Dora, that' s how I got a clue too | |
So fucking underground, barely on Youtube | |
' Till Day N Night, now they all got a clue who | |
Took me a minute man, took me a while | |
Hard headed nigga ever since I was wild, a child | |
But my ambitions made bitches beg for attention | |
DJ' s unmixin' their mixes, just to toss in some Cudder | |
And I tried to tell my mother | |
But she ain' t understand, figure me on some other | |
But see my mommy ' aint a fronter | |
So nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker | |
Hook x2 | |
And, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless | |
We arranged some things for a dose of dopeness | |
I, I do, what I do | |
And, I, I do, what I do | |
Bridge | |
Do my little dance | |
Sippin' out a cup | |
All my people in the back | |
My people in the front | |
I, I do, What I do | |
And, I do, what I do, do | |
Do my little dance | |
Sippin' out of cup | |
Pullin' up my pants | |
She come walkin' up | |
And I' m like... | |
I, I do, what I do | |
And, I, I do what I do, do | |
Whoah, Nigga! | |
Y' all motherfuckers need to understand the fuckin' game | |
Shit ain' t gon' change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up | |
Niggas need to open they fuckin' minds, Nigga! | |
Cause this is some shit, that Ya' ll niggas ain' t ready for | |
Verse 2 | |
Moovin' wit out moovin', Pure Crush Groovin' | |
Right on track, right on and I' m back | |
You make songs about some new dances | |
I make songs ' bout the black man advancements | |
I' m talkin' classic homie, I' m talkin' monumental | |
And I don' t need much but Dot instrumentals | |
That' s how I lay the stencil, me smilin' up out the window | |
I' m in the leaner dome, that' s my crib on the moon | |
And I' m livin' in hotel rooms | |
In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth | |
How a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak | |
And how a nigga live, is sacrifice was big | |
And I' mma say it right before the hook | |
Maybe in due time, Pimpin', I' mma write a book | |
But now I' mma play my Andre 3000 | |
And dream about an island wit model girls eyein' | |
Outro | |
Um... Hello... | |
Hey Baby... | |
Um... yeah | |
Some people call me CuDi | |
Some people call me Scott | |
It don' t matter what you want to call me, as long as you call me something | |
As long as you call me, Baby | |
But Um... | |
You know... | |
You seem real pretty | |
And I ain' t talkin' bout how you look | |
I' m talkin' about your vibe | |
Your vibe is pretty | |
But, I' m pretty hungry, you want to go get something to eat? | |
Sip on something? | |
Where we going? | |
The Moon... |