Lyrics:
fuckin wit fours to cock this, let me plot this
Ice he nuttin nice, if he front, take his life
At the Shark Bar, fuckin wit Duke, him and his mans
lady you shall be
For the Squire's waiting for you
On the banks of Sweet Dundee"
"A Fig for all you squires
Your lords and dukes likewise
My
She wears Chuck Taylors with her Daisy Dukes
She wears high-heels and canvas boots
With a ball cap and her hair tied back
She drives a pick-up truck
could smell your fragrance lingering inside the air
What am gonna do without my ma dukes?
That's the GOD's truth
Somebody tell me what to do without my ma
were almost alone
Well, the ancient tree cracked through monastery stone
Beside some dead duke's holiday home
Well, I feel the kind of passion that
was rhyming eating Ramen noodles
Watching Comic View when I was eleven
Mama dukes said I was a legend
I see Papa Dukes in my reflection
Put this type
Daaamn
Live young
Die free
Twin 40 glocks like siamese
I'm a prodigy of a dying breed
Move silently like a silent G
I'm a duke bitch like Duke Deuce
Chunk
everybody can see what's going on yes
Very many of you are standing up okay
Link your mind with the mind
Of George Duke! And when
Du-dup that's it! When he
by your virgin bed you pray for better days
Soon he will marry you, but he will have his ways
He lay as he lies with Essie Duke,, so black she shows
It's too late for goodbye
Watching the pipeline
I can feel the spirit of the duke
Reverb unit
Surf guitar
Cowabunga, baby
Oh, oh
Surf's Up
castle
trapped within your temple flesh
suffering the plaque of darkness
dive into eternal rest
skinny dukes in dusty dress outs
midget minded demon
A nigga been stuck, these niggass been tweakin
I'm throwin' the ones, these bitches been leachin
It's your boy Duke, man, I'm all on the speaker
It's
amare paiso ki shukh
Babis na tor karone paisi kunu duk
Ami amr moto kore
Asi onek shuke
Tor moto
Akdin morbi duke duke
Trust meh
Baby, roll up your sleeves, and put up your dukes
Let's fight
Baby, let's fight
(Baby, let's fight)
Let's fight, let's cuss, get mad, throw stuff
Duke up above could see us
I would pray to God I had a gun in my hand
The blues ain't gone just because you sing
It's here to stay from early in
feel the spirit of the duke
Reverb unit
Surf guitar
Cowabunga baby
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Surf sup
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh
Ooh Ooh Ooh
cloha Baby
cloha Baby
them hoes approach duke on some "How ya doin shit"
Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence* (Sho' man)
Just like I thought, he about
I'm gonna do it 'til the day i die
Consider me the duke as I dine in your dumpster
Unsanitary engineer
Baron of the bench the panhandlin' master
as you're ready
We'll get raisin hell
Put on those Saturday night boots
Slip on them daisy dukes
Gonna feel like Luckenbach tonight
CHORUS 2
Gonna be
But you can call me duke
Flow so sick
I don't spit i puke
Shawty love who
Shawty love duke
Rolling up back to back
TRIGGUH blunts coming soon
Nigga
Change the world
Nobody does it better
Nobody does it better
Than the Duke and the Don
West coast party
Its a west coast song
Uh
Uh
Nobody does it
(Oh yeah)
(The duke of discotheque – I’m comin’)
(Ooh)
(Yeah Yeah)
My mood is through the roof
I am a moves machine
I've got my high-top shiny shoes
of England
Not forgetting the Duke
But most important of all
You are you
I'm no genius when it comes to world affairs
On the other hand when I am with you who
my man, that's my man too
Call him up on the strength of the Wu
And watch me game duke
Grab the cell, I got a heist to pull off well
At the end
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