Dat New (clean) Lyrics & Tabs by Kid Cudi
Dat New (clean)
guitar chords lyrics
Head-banger
Hello, what it be
To you and yours
Salutations to all you can call me Cudi
Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm gettin' my money
Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels
You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels
And this the premier of that new new here
It's gonna take you beyond
Where a jet can leer
But all you gon' hear is somethin' crazy in fact
How I be burnin' the booth
We'll get you looser than Yak
Yep yep, you got it, right
Now don't get left get on your good foot it's only right
We'll get you looser than Yak
Yep yep, you got it, right
Now don't get left get on your good foot it's only right
That you step and keep boppin' til this shit unfamiliar
If you main line got time then I be drillin' her
I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound
I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound
And my imagination you can look all over the nation
But they ain't see
You can look all over but no, you'll never find
Hot shit like mine
Woop, it blow your mind
You can look all over but no, you'll never find
Hot shit like mine
Cause I provide
That new new
Salutations my niggas
I'm aware that I'm different
You can still keep it hood
While you're smokin' just listen
It dont matter your race
Just take a blunt to the face
And we all gon rock
Gota keep up the pace
And the girls gon twerk it
Cause the vibe is poppin'
As well as the bottle
Keep it rockin' don't stop em
At the Motel-8
We can park out front
Yeah the flow is unleaded
You sucka niggas will front
Yeah cause I'm super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius
And rap ferocious I been coaching the league
I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it
Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it
Finish the class if you think nothin bout it
Tell 'em like grandpa you don't know nothin' bout it
Wear kicks once then the leaner come up out em
I been sayin' it, you was playin' em
Now you know
What it be to my ladies
With the bodies that kill
We ain't boppin on money
Fuck with me cause you real
See you shakin' it fast
On some Mystikal shit
You could slap that nigga
If he call you a bitch
Yeah I see you with that
But you should be on this
It's that Henney and Cocoa-Cola
Come over and sit
Won't you tell me your name
Tell me where you be at
I know you know that them hot
But I don't wana hear that
You see I aim for a check before
I aim for sex
Niggas aim for death
They tryin' to fuck with the blessed
Ain't no fuckin' with amateurs
Run past the novas
Sip hella lean
And see who talks the slowest
Ain't no stoppin' me at all
You need a sawed off with maybe a chainsaw
And even if that
The crack that I brew is still new
You guys think acute but Cudi is obtuse
