Lyrics:
the lobby wanna slob me
You know me, I like my dick Brown like Bobby
In the duke shoot, then the bitch get the boot
Unless she lick ass and blow dicks like
and Glover
Your man be like "Help!", lying in the gutter
Just like that, "Splash me the Cash"
Shit I'm like Duke Nukem get ready for combat
I now pronounce
through it, mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm
Why does the sunset in the west?
And why does my heart keep beating in my chest?
What ever happened to the Duke of Earl?
I got a PBS mind in a MTV
you, ain't no savin you
I'm five times stronger than the hate for niggas in the heart
of David Duke
I take your style from ya, and your pride
you?
Here's a jug on the table and the beer's coming
And the Duke of York has sufficient arms
The French and the Spaniards at the shore's edge
diss duke
I tell you this, though, get with this dude
I'll teach you about dough, and show you what this do
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
tis ? spark when weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp
Sprouting in the backyard next to Gran duke tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee
'cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes
(kid capri)
Oh man I like the way that's going down
Now why won't you do is kick a little freddie foxx
(freddie
a grandma hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the patty duke in case you don't
gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos
I have never, giving up on a mission
That's against my honor
Duke let me warn
keep company
With south of France society
That's only for Americans
The Frenchman hasn't large amounts
To pay for Barons, Dukes and Counts
That you
sin ort?
Tá jug ar an bhord is tá beoir ag teacht
Tá arm go leor ag an Duke of York
Tá an Francach is an Spáinneach ar bhruach na trá
Agus
Queens
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
You know the deal, ha, you know the deal
Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my
Miller, Sachmo
And the king of all Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella's ringing out
There's no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over
You
Material gain we put too much in pursuing
"Yo duke, I need this dough so we can step to this party"
But we can all mardi grati
Minus that shit in our
the Tribe for your Quest'n
Two-seven and I'm representin', comin' from Hollis
Queens is what I mean, Ma Dukes is cookin' collards
Feelin' like ??,
a good time to press ya luck
Duke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you
You'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
Right now what you need
Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don't go by the gamblin'
when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you
duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a weekend, hard to catch him on a weekday
Niggas act up, slug to the gut, that'll bet him up
And we ain't shootin at each other
That's my motherfuckin brother, so Dave Duke, run for cover
And all the bitches from the Klan
Come feel the wrath
Tried to cut in I knocked out his front tooth
We ran outside hood slidin' like Bo Duke
What was I thinkin'?
I finally got her home at a half past, too
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
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