Lyrics:
Woohoo
Well pick up trucks and four wheel drive
Have been my thing since '99
When Tim McGraw was all we ever sang
Long tan legs in daisy dukes
your Daisy Dukes that you slip on after school
And you strut the sidewalks
Like there’s a red carpet underneath your flip flops
So, let’s get half-lit
of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined
Now, hey, baby bubba now what the deal?
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it
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 can feel it all over, people
You can
soundin' sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(Yeah)
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout
and
Put your verbal dukes away
This can be our final stupid spat
But if you want another round
I'm throwing in the towel
'Cause crawling in the mud's not
on me)
Got a call from dukes she said, "Baby, can you check me into rehab?"
She been drinking back to back, it's just getting worse on her behalf
up and red-eyed
Like i've just been in a fight
And you may come back with some excuse
But i gotta keep puttin' up my dukes
Cause after everything i've
to the hood with she
Blowin' up on that good with she
You know I gotta keep it lit with she
I'ma take a couple trips with she
Daisy Dukes lookin' good
(Girl) Ooh, girl, gotta get your head right
All my niggas high as hell and blunted
Bought my bitch the YSL she wanted
Nigga, Mom Dukes wanna trip
of you Duke, keep bangin' motherfucker, Lyfer-gang)
Look
I run through that shortcut, let the shotty buck (Boom, boom)
Hit them pussy niggas make 'em
the felonies we missed
Gotta thanks mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too
They say anything possible
My squad like apostles, believe in me
Don't know how to quit,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My hittas separate from petty and stupid shit
I do unto to them like Zion and Duke and them
Why every time I see a white
wearing daisy dukes finger waves and hoopsins
Baskets from the grocery store just to shoot some hoops in
Corner store passing up them old niggas under
we strapped like Duke Nukem (damn Peggy)
Pull up with the trey and we ain't hooping
Shoot you in the face, boy, go guard it
Fake rappers (huh), new
bother wit’ a glock
Or haven’t since I parted from the block
But if duke talking crazy then he’ll do it to a cartridge full of shots
Find his body in
choppers, you a Maxine
Naw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queen
I just wanna stack this money up high
I just wanna stack this money up high
fake or straight juke 'em
(?) like Duke Nukem
Had rockets and guns, like DOOM, '95
Plotting like DOOM in '95
I listened to jazz, read the 7 pillars
Country girl swag with them daisy dukes
Up top is a bathing suit
She downin' shots said whatcha wanna do uh
I can think of a couple scenarios
Jump in,
the country proud to say his name
Coast to coast with Don and Charlie
Duke Neilson, Ray Simmonds played it up
Born to gray with sea speackrin
Now the islanders
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
do
What you got on yo' watch I got on one tooth
I like to spend 50 and ball in da mall
Go to Gavleston and crawl on da wall
Me & Duke spend money
Poetry]
Mother may I? Yes you may
Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
I got next, sorry Duke, I got my five
You better call next, and step
We're the dukes of rhythm
We're the monks of move
Take that journey with them
Falling into the groove
Here's the last reminder
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