("Yeah baby. As he transforms to a whole 'nother being... Super duper.")
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be?
[Verse 1)
Step up in the place just me and my buddy,
Everywhere I go they screamin Kid CuDi!
Launching away from the helipad,
Running out of bud, re-up before I'm hella mad.
Hella like my dad in the sense of my ignorance,
Now I give a shit bout less more than a little bit.
One hell of a kid, and I kick it,
Lord willing pure feelin' to the tenth power
Mash on the pedal, float above gravel.
Weave through the city streets,
Seize what the people seek.
Please come follow a dude haters in the media call rude.
How do you conclude to intro the interlude?
The game runs dry, bringin' the lube.
Skinny as a f*ck, still eatin' the food.
Hard to kill Cuder like Steven Segal yeah,
Haters applaud and they are appalled 'cause I see y'all.
Can't hide in your closet, stop it.
Be a boogie man, go do nothing beautiful.
Sorry, I'm an honest man, f*ck it.
To my enemies: please squash it.
You don't want Cuder to transform to a maniac.
Kinda like Pat after plenty gin and tonic.
Say I'm not a lyricist you f*ckers need to figure out the logic.
When I'm in rap mode it's nothing less than brolic.
Don't run on beats motherf*cker, I frolic.
About...
Around...
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be?
[Verse 2)
I'm lost in the kool-aid, I made my own flavor,
Hawaiian super kush for everyone.
Givin' free blunts to the ones who wanna dig.
More than a man, super duper they feelin the kid.
Let us get it in and get out,
Exhale, inhale, eyes on the road seen foes,
They linger ahead.
Not really there, really here.
Nor here, nor there, not really scared.
But oh well, I'll still be where what they might see as the wrong path,
Embrace bad with the good, keep doing the math.
Trying to get it right so I can eliminate the pad when I scribble.
Beer pong, I dabble; Shrooms on occasion, depending on the persuasion and who I'm with
Ask Ron Price, I was nice when I was younger,
Yeah you was a Killer- "When You Were Young".
Though I'm 25 like I'm 16, first time high.
("Yeah, I tried telling them, I'm something totally different, honest. Hahaha.")
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be? (x2)
Kid Cudi - Daps and Pounds Lyrics
Kid Cudi - Daps and Pounds Lyrics
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("Yeah baby. As he transforms to a whole 'nother being... Super duper.")
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be?
[Verse 1)
Step up in the place just me and my buddy,
Everywhere I go they screamin Kid CuDi!
Launching away from the helipad,
Running out of bud, re-up before I'm hella mad.
Hella like my dad in the sense of my ignorance,
Now I give a shit bout less more than a little bit.
One hell of a kid, and I kick it,
Lord willing pure feelin' to the tenth power
Mash on the pedal, float above gravel.
Weave through the city streets,
Seize what the people seek.
Please come follow a dude haters in the media call rude.
How do you conclude to intro the interlude?
The game runs dry, bringin' the lube.
Skinny as a f*ck, still eatin' the food.
Hard to kill Cuder like Steven Segal yeah,
Haters applaud and they are appalled 'cause I see y'all.
Can't hide in your closet, stop it.
Be a boogie man, go do nothing beautiful.
Sorry, I'm an honest man, f*ck it.
To my enemies: please squash it.
You don't want Cuder to transform to a maniac.
Kinda like Pat after plenty gin and tonic.
Say I'm not a lyricist you f*ckers need to figure out the logic.
When I'm in rap mode it's nothing less than brolic.
Don't run on beats motherf*cker, I frolic.
About...
Around...
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be?
[Verse 2)
I'm lost in the kool-aid, I made my own flavor,
Hawaiian super kush for everyone.
Givin' free blunts to the ones who wanna dig.
More than a man, super duper they feelin the kid.
Let us get it in and get out,
Exhale, inhale, eyes on the road seen foes,
They linger ahead.
Not really there, really here.
Nor here, nor there, not really scared.
But oh well, I'll still be where what they might see as the wrong path,
Embrace bad with the good, keep doing the math.
Trying to get it right so I can eliminate the pad when I scribble.
Beer pong, I dabble; Shrooms on occasion, depending on the persuasion and who I'm with
Ask Ron Price, I was nice when I was younger,
Yeah you was a Killer- "When You Were Young".
Though I'm 25 like I'm 16, first time high.
("Yeah, I tried telling them, I'm something totally different, honest. Hahaha.")
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be? (x2)
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be?
[Verse 1)
Step up in the place just me and my buddy,
Everywhere I go they screamin Kid CuDi!
Launching away from the helipad,
Running out of bud, re-up before I'm hella mad.
Hella like my dad in the sense of my ignorance,
Now I give a shit bout less more than a little bit.
One hell of a kid, and I kick it,
Lord willing pure feelin' to the tenth power
Mash on the pedal, float above gravel.
Weave through the city streets,
Seize what the people seek.
Please come follow a dude haters in the media call rude.
How do you conclude to intro the interlude?
The game runs dry, bringin' the lube.
Skinny as a f*ck, still eatin' the food.
Hard to kill Cuder like Steven Segal yeah,
Haters applaud and they are appalled 'cause I see y'all.
Can't hide in your closet, stop it.
Be a boogie man, go do nothing beautiful.
Sorry, I'm an honest man, f*ck it.
To my enemies: please squash it.
You don't want Cuder to transform to a maniac.
Kinda like Pat after plenty gin and tonic.
Say I'm not a lyricist you f*ckers need to figure out the logic.
When I'm in rap mode it's nothing less than brolic.
Don't run on beats motherf*cker, I frolic.
About...
Around...
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be?
[Verse 2)
I'm lost in the kool-aid, I made my own flavor,
Hawaiian super kush for everyone.
Givin' free blunts to the ones who wanna dig.
More than a man, super duper they feelin the kid.
Let us get it in and get out,
Exhale, inhale, eyes on the road seen foes,
They linger ahead.
Not really there, really here.
Nor here, nor there, not really scared.
But oh well, I'll still be where what they might see as the wrong path,
Embrace bad with the good, keep doing the math.
Trying to get it right so I can eliminate the pad when I scribble.
Beer pong, I dabble; Shrooms on occasion, depending on the persuasion and who I'm with
Ask Ron Price, I was nice when I was younger,
Yeah you was a Killer- "When You Were Young".
Though I'm 25 like I'm 16, first time high.
("Yeah, I tried telling them, I'm something totally different, honest. Hahaha.")
[Chorus)
I am the one that you might see around town
Giving up daps and pounds.
So high up but I'm holdin' it down,
Screamin' what up? What it be? (x2)