grace His name is Jay, he's here to play and win this race He's off the wall, on the ball, his name is D Kinda tall, yes sir, he's down with me From
feinin' Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin' Bust a you on the avenue Why oh, why it ain't shit to do? But then Sir Jinx played his mix And you
Sundays was better than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We
playboy, he gets crunk Keep that bang off in the truck With a nick-nac-paddy-whack, throw me a bone An' this playboy gon' bring it ya heard me Ugh ha, yes sir
Wayne Love (Jake Black) First Minister of The Church of Presleyterian The Divine UK. Larry Love (Robert Spragg) vocals Band: Mountain of Love (Piers Marsh) harmonica & vocal Sir
my money and run I'm so sick and tired of all your bullshit The rich get richer and the poor get treated like shit I'd spare a dollar sir but I don't
a kleptomaniac at a horse race track I said, sir, it's Christmas Eve, I should be home in bed Instead, he said, you merry gentle men always bet on red The duke
out a veteran amplifier. And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. Flush the muppet hootenanny. Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke
Lot'll ZOOMA-ZOOM-ZOOM these skirts wit the quickness All y'alls girls is fly so I'ma give ya props LOOK AT THEM GIRLS IN THE DAZZEY DUKES POP Shake that
. who are you? hand me your paper. Here's my papers Your name is duke? what's this duke, duke dewild. have you seen many german movies, you ever go to
the castle's inferior and drinks liquor specialities, talking boastfully. "I Don't Want, Sirs to Pester Your Ears..." The next day the Duke goes hunting
for these times Contradictin' all the hype, the berry-more-black shines All mine, fine wines to dine rhymes For forty projects, keepin' it naughty like Treach Ahh, yo, Prince Yes, sir
Single file in the girls corridor Come along, Stewart laddie Stewart boy, you'll never be much 'Cause you're too busy acting the fool Thank you sir for
no it's disaster -- T-Ranter Bay Madacascar. Great gulps of Greek fire get us in; Sling sticks at the stockade Fort Dauphin; A guardsman gave a griffin said grease my duke
[Lil Wayne talking] It's the real shit, yeah 500 Degreez this time biotch Yes sir, you already know [Lil Wayne verse 1] You see me? I eat, sleep, shit
pump out a veteran amplifier. And magnify through the samelens that set the ants on fire. Flush the muppet hootenanny. Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke
skills forever keeps a followin [both] Swallowin pride [Poet] Never we be imperialistic [both] Who rips shit, without bein materialistic [Poet] Statistics show [Monch] Ask Duke, he knows [Duke
'm just your funky lil brotha) [2Low] Here we go once again with the real hits Throw your hands in the air if you can feel this I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes