Dat Typa Dude lyrics

by

Sting


[Intro]
[?]
Hip-hop is stuntin' like you know how I got this swag
I'm the best rapper alive

[Verse 1]
I'm that typa dude to rap about a lie (I do, I do)
Make them think I'm real cause I'm looking fly (lookin' fly)
Yes I'm that typa dude to make a lot of money
Spend it on myself, yo, forget my family (ha ha)
I'm that typa dude who start a false conversation, I ain't about the way I'm living cause I'm selling records, even though my words effective I'm the type
I'm the type to lie, pretty lies, idolize, I ain't gonna stereotypical guy

[Hook]
Ay I'm that typa dude
I'm that typa dude, I'm that typa dude, typa dude (x3)
I'm that typa dude
But I ain't really that typa dude
Ain't that typa dude, ain't that typa dude, typa dude (x3)
Ain't that typa dude

[Verse 2]
I'm that typa dude to sell a brick (I do that)
I'm that typa dude to make that lick
At your cornerstone (bang, bang, bang, bang)
I'm that typa dude to shoot your block up (blaow)
Have them choppers cut back 'til you pop up
I'm that typa dude that's ready to bang on every single track I make I might just take a couple lives so I can prove I ain't fake, make a fifty mil' but only a real G can move my movement and my life is great or at least the way it's going now at this rate

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm the typa dude to steel your girly fooly (hey, girl)
You better keep your eyes on her all night
Poppin' bottles with some models in my new Jacuzzi
Telling me that it ain't right for me to live this life ([?])
I'm that typa dude that your daddy hate, and your sister want to date
Make a millie every show, wonder why I'm feeling great
I'm the type to flaunt all the money that I got
Rap about it every song cause I got something that you want

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
I'm that typa dude who spread peace on a block fulla killers
I grief for my dude who lost his niece on the streets (I love you man)
I'm the type to chase dreams 'til I'm living what I reached
I don't need to make a story up to get you to believe
I'm that typa dude to work hard and grind for fammy
Cause that's my best award I don't really need a Grammy
Seein' life change that's the main aim, when the lights came, hate this pipe dream, stay in your right lane

[Hook 2]
Why can't I be that typa dude, be that typa dude, be that typa dude, typa dude, be that typa dude (x2)
I don't want that typa dude, want that typa dude, want that typa dude, typa dude, want that typa dude
Cause I don't want that typa dude, want that typa dude, want that typa dude, typa dude, want that typa dude

[Outro]
(Okay)
Okay so you're just going to come in here and just ruin my entire career

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