Dose of Dopeness Lyrics
| Song | Dose of Dopeness |
| Artist | Kid Cudi |
| Album | Dose of Dopeness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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... |
| 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... |
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