Übersetzung: Wayne, John. Rappin 'Duke.
Übersetzung: Steelheart. Rappin Duke.
haahh, da haahh Da ha-hahh ha-hahh haahh I was at the Ponderosa rappin to the beat Tryin to cool off from the desert heat I discovered somethin, really neat The Duke
popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke
uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin my light, huh? Watch me, duke, watch
the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds is leftin they draws on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenon Ivory Waynes Stay in your place dirt born rappers
goons. I had some beef in may, but it was dead by June. Old rappers aint nothin but old rappers. They be like "what up rugger" i dont even know these rappers
: (feat. Esham) ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015 Feins of the wicked shit its time to get hot Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit
tape popped Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke
dawg Rockin' bluish velvet, this man is no rapper The pen in his hand is used to cast a spell Black Israel, my fist hail like the Panther Laugh at rappers
late 40s before the mob kick in the door Of the Don squeezing automatic tommys a blaze of glory That's how he lays a lamp shade Duke Ellington played
Verse 2:] See I remember them forever The original Spinderella Lakim Shabazz, Nine Double M, Fu-Schnickens Buckshot, Finesse and Sequence Who was a rappin' duke
t gotta hate this here is a family affair, the family is here everybody put your hands in the air we don't need no haten or rachen somebody better calm duke
Selek', pass me the sket Shot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set Pass me a check 'cause nigga don't be rappin for free Rap for a fee, producers
So add a million sold or more when I get at you whores State ya name gangsta! [Cut Throat] Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint The guideline rappers
500 Degreez platinum party Than the after party Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch Fuck a bachelor party Don't go to rapper parties ?I'm no rapper
get popped in the face like you're throwin fries up in hot greese Rockness rips straight through toys Got rappers jumpin through windshields like they Duke
54-11 Reeboks But still, I walk around with the grill Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit Fuck this rappin
