Lyrics:
care, it seems as the he helps those he doesn't need to making good niggas turn illegal, forget their peoples. I'll cheat you duke, I wanna make that
stack cash rapper
Hood past the hoochies cute, stack lucci, duke
Rock three-quarter Gucci boots
Internal Revenue, that's money up the dookie shoot
(What?)
to the duke of earl?
Pop goes the world
Six seven eight and nine is ten
Send out guns, I see the doctor been [unverified]
Say what planet are we on, the third
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
fly high above it
Summer's comin, September's middle school
Mom Dukes mad strict, she'll never raise a fool
I'm comin up, clean the dirty from
rock girl
Your dad is not vice president
We'll jazz to Duke of Earl
Yeah you're for me punk rock girl
Solo!
We went to a shopping mall
your heads up, watch all the street tricknology
{Lil Dap}
We walk down the block, gunshots follow the block
Mom Dukes is amazed, I think this shit is
smaller tail)
Facing the foe with our fearless flukes
Daring the dastards to put up their dukes
Great globs of gore, we'll storm the shore
And seek
recognize
Ain't nobody seein' Ali Vegas, recordwise
My team, we be on Duke, your team is butter new
Top talent critics is sayin' Waterloo
Ali have
no, publishin givin the loot
to your executive produce
sellin bubble Lex coupes
on loot
beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes
poppin they cooch
while my
the cruise control for Hong Kong
We want the best, we get the worst
We won the west under the big wide blue sky
Forget the past, the duke is dead We're
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
and wonder
Starin out the window at the lightning and thunder
Will they better days for mom dukes and me, at birth
She wrapped up her dreams and gave them
a tool, fuck you Mom Dukes it's cool
You won't believe the things I've seen
Far beyond your wildest dreams
I've seen chaos and order reign supreme
doin the hard shift in the jail
I'm still sendin the mail
We livin' in Hell
My mom dukes told me 'life is what you make it'
So watch yours close
Suzanne is getting married off in June
It'll be a perfect day Yohannan and Jon von can duke it out for the right
To give her away the bridegroom is
The motherfucker was informed by a rat
Slash player hater
A faggot that's vexed 'cause the lucci is much greater
The way to survive, got to come alive
In '95, duke
the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top
Wanted they're props and called up the cops
While Momma Dukes is in the kitchen flippin
Trippin cause spray caps
I was playin' that flavor role, so mom dukes let her in
Gave her a fast "How ya doin'?" and pushed her off to my room
Mom pulled me to the side like
you
How's the crew and mom dukes
(They aight)
True, true
Me, well, you know my moms died
It's aight, go 'head and cry
You get over it as time flies
I
cause his technique was flimsy
Pulled out on Son Duke, just like a Benz-why
Anti-benevolent, never hesitant to represent
Catch a couple of bodies do
Verse 1:
I was born a poor black kid, Pops doin' a bid
ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge
My Moms dukes had to raise my on her own
all
me
Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police
Like the sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em
Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda
grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two,
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