Lyrics:
Duke you ain't gotta do a lot
They want violence uggrrr ruger pop
Until they pulse is off the clock
It's going down I'm upstairs with it, is that
Watch the crowd burst from lyrics that I say
To make the brothers get ill, and by the way Dukes
If that's your girl in the corner stay up on her
in every way, I ain't restricted by genres
All the lightskin gyaldem, all the fairskin gyaldem
All the darkskin gyaldem. we shuttin' it down if you
out
Back from the ?, you did it girl the blind way
Hold your horses, and evil forces
Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those neon lights shine down
That big old
lights, I say we live the country life
Lets take it out and slow it down, I'll bring the Coke you bring the Crown
Call the girls out to the field, light
or about some sweet
Girl, walking on home in her
Summer dress
Or about how travelling men say it's the
Millage and not the years but then how
Is it that
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
that I need you by my side
Just like I need a cold beer on a Friday night
Be it blue jeans or Daisy Dukes, tank top and some cowboy boots
You're always
I started writing country songs in 1962
Just a dream that I had on my mind
My girl and I got married in 1963
We tried so hard to keep our dreams
the back
Hit the dance floor
Because this cowboy tryna take ya home
By a house and some land and a couple of goats
Appaloosas, Clydesdale and a couple
need a nympho
On kids baby girl, I need a big freak
Type to kiss her home girls then kiss me
Wockstar, I aint sippin on bub
If you ain't pour a four, you
there's old Jeff and
Willie and Sam and
A girl with the long dark hair
To a country singer
There's one last stop down in Shreveport on
This tour of one
night
I'm out all day too
Need to stay home more and try to do the things my mama do
My mama dukes that is my inspiration...
Today she's on vacation
country's crotch
And behold a baby girl was born
Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists
It grew and grew and grew screwing
Indiscriminately like mother,
countries
Brought an end to America's fight in the Vietnam War
And spoke by phone to the astronauts on the moon, like never before
Richard Milhous Nixon, 36
roads home
And hopes he makes it home alright
Friday night lady's night
Dancing with the girls on country a line
Two for one till she feels just right
at home you tryna rob
When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys
Girls pile up in Young Zee room
I fucked the wives of about twenty grooms
can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face,
remember that time we did that s*** by Big Lots, bro
Or that time your mom dukes picked me up when I was walking
Went down Redbug with the thang on me
Man,
And ride it, Woo-woo, Here we go now!
[Verse 1:]
Quad City Train comin down the street (Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah)
Stereo loud got you bumpin to the beat (Woo-woo,
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
the tail of the rich and poor
But this country will help no-one
I said we are gone, no hope for no-one
We'll die just one by one, until it is my turn
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