Lyrics:
There'll be special invitations
To the Duke and Duchess there
Who's already written asking them to call
Not the priestess with the leastes'
But
Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me (woo)
Your mama wanna chase, I'm just statin' the fact
L.A. think about your broad all I want is
be trooping
If you don't know the new dance, Patti Duke'n
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers
I'm snatching airplay, from all you
A freewheelin' clown
A very funny young duke Hangin' under the roof
Of a place in time United sound
He'll play a little guitar, sing a few blues
He's
you need along the way
Things get rough, pain comes around
Put up yo' dukes, knock it to the ground
If it get back up, do it over again
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes,
Makes a man go (whistles),
That's the way they all come through like (whistles),
Low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya
Ladies and Gentlemen
Ev'ry duke and earl and peer is here
Ev'ryone who should be here is here.
What a smashing, positively dashing
Spectacle:
The side show was jumpin' (bumpin')
Oozin bikershorts and daisy dukes outside pumpin'
And niggas from Richmond rollin' hella deep
My little homies from
know one day
I'll probably be leaving out of here
But life has no meaning
We was born dreaming
But I was born scheming
Imagine this, David Duke
and pitch ya
The one that called me a spook
His name is officer David Duke
If the crowd weren't around they would've shot me
Tried to play me out like
the Duke
Stoppin with the King
Cooler than the Kid
Swinging everything
I'm singin' with the big bands
damn)
Like the saying goes, you gotta call and duke it off
Ask Juanito, he'll tell you all about it
Gettin' rhymed in the mind, two hits in a car
Put my
the lords and dukes of everywhere
Smiling kissing wishing that they'd go to hell
And then she'd laugh - wonder why
Take a nap - sit and cry
Oh no not me
proof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
You're fuckin' with a big dog, nigga fuckin' roof
Mr. S-fucking-Q, I'm the fucking truth
Three
After how she made them Daisy dukes fit her all summer
I'm wishing I could hit her all summer
And all she ever wanted was for young Weezy to love her
drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you
and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit the MAC 'cause niggas tried blaze me once
In the hood they like, "Damn, 50
me
Bitch, I got the yellow gold, I got the yellow stones and my wrist and ring, it look pissy
Hey, put on them Daisy Dukes
Show me what that new
Hookahs don't really do shit, Duke Ellington in this bitch
Rebelling is like an itch, ooh
I'ma live, I'ma live forever
Yeah, diamonds shaped like
was the star of the show
That's country, bro
Yeah that's country, bro
Bo and Luke
And Daisy Duke
Smokey and the Bandit, one and two
Jerry Reed
When you played football for Duke, we'd beat the shit out of Maine
Man, we were so young
Well, man, standin' at Stanley and Quin tryna get out
the hose and spit in the cup
We all survived somehow
Them ol' Duke boys were flattenin' the hills
Hollywood was fake, wrestling was real
Wouldn't dream
dry
And there's moonshine in the trunk
Well they say that's how the Duke boys and NASCAR started out
They were hauling bootleg liquor and look
renowned
Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights
Bull duke, you've got to die for your rights
MC's, y'all got to work for the mic
Zombies, do it from
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