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French Dudes

Dude from the South) Yo, whassup dawg? Yo, ain't you Dwele, man? Man, you got a nice lil' girl right there witcha, too. She hot, man. Where y'all from

, he had to bag the baddest bitch at the club He had a, way with his words, a certain - how should I put it? "Je ne sais quoi" is how the French bitches

Do you see what I see? (Do you see what I see?) Chester French beside me... (Chester French beside me...) [Kardinal Offical] Mom walked out the front

? 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

It's us, the best of Queens, Rockaway, A Q get attitude Niggaz gel on the strength talk shit when they bent Mad can't pay they rent fuck 'em pardon my French

and pans, fried gorillas with tortilla chips And clam dips, my pants ripped, playin' 'Gladys Knight' On Fright night, with buffalo meat in your ass vomit Gastric juice with French

in my sleep Ice on my sleeve I can make a room freeze Pockets more bigger than a stripper booty cheeks Dudes weak when they look at my physique French

feet deep More than a mighty wind carried on my head Vertebraes cracking like dry french bread Turn the other way, I should have been bittin' Ski patrol dude

she wears red lingerie to bed her daddy's rich and she gives great head my girlfriend got a bit ol butt daisy dukes with the seams ripped up crazy dudes