Lyrics:
his hand upon the gate
We knew he was a thoroughbred
When he pulled his sack of "Dukes"
From the inside pocket
Of his Continental Suit
Well, he
The Duke of dare, the Mayor of debonaire
Got fine, drink wine
Can dance and dine
Got a first class female oh so fine
Hey baby, whatever you doin
dukes and abbotts, and the gentry of the land.
Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on,
And my head is high, from the battle won,
Laid down my life for
spreadin' like disease
Contaminating infiltrating like a horde of bees
Lord of lyrics, duke of discussion
Ruler of rock, your king at cold-crushin'
Oh yes, this is heavyweight funk
Put up your dukes, haha
You want to funk around with me, oh
This is mood de-control, yo-ho
The home
headed right back to Snukes
Sweatin' all the bitches in the Daisy Dukes
We couldn't no play, from the ladies
With seven niggas in a Navs, bitch you
the baddest of brains
Good God any day now
Good God ridin' my sleigh now
Being that I'm the duke of my domain
My hat goes off to Mark Twain
Singing
ran upon an elephant beneath a tree
And said, put up your dukes you gotta tussle with me
An ol' eagle from Asia made a non stop flight
Tryin'
the world, I must do my job
Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob
Bob you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness
Obsessed with the rap, for it's
freak it baby, uh)
Baby, baby let me see you freak that body body, baby (yeah)
I love to see your daisy dukes start the shakin'
Win the straight contest
a knockout, so put up your dukes and fight
Extra! Extra! I'm in love
Hurry, hurry, don't be late
'Cause I can't wait, I gotta celebrate
It's a fact, we
and wiggling, you know what I'm saying?)
I, I, I like
Girl, I like those daisy dukes on you
Girl, you look so fine, I wanna get with you (yeah, I)
So tell
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles, 'cause there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky
not a damn thing
What's Duke Ellington without that swing?
What's Alex Haley if it doesn't have roots?
What's a weekend if you ain't knocking boots?
what up kid? loungin' duke
As I turn the corner, starin' in your cornier
You're gettin' hornier and hornier
I'm pumpin' up a blint tape (flavor)
was a diamond collector who had the same technique,
You knew a prince, a duke and a lord,
You had your choice of the three,
You might have belonged
now I know why.
And I'll substantiate the rumor
that the English sense of humor
is drier than the Texas sand.
You can put up your dukes,
and you
was a diamond collector who had the same technique,
You knew a prince, a duke and a lord,
You had your choice of the three,
You might have belonged
thing I'm
In a lava lamp inside my brain hotel
I might be peakin' or freakin' but I rock well
The Patty Duke Show, the Wrench (and then I bust
If I Were King Of The Forest not queen,not duke, not prince
My regal robes of the forest would be satin, not cotton, not chintz
I'd command each
late for tea
The Duke was having problems
With a message at the local Bird and Bee
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know
the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
Wing
Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart
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