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duce duce - house of love lyrics

[verse 1: dank]
i c’s like g’d up for the meeting in my hood
rag-top six-deuce, -ss drag with the mag in my lap
strapped, cause they can possibly, add animosity
the fo-fo-fo is what i gots to pack
i hit the motion two times with a blunt full of dank
three homies hoo-ride hittin’ foes on my flank
just let you know that i’m that g -ss n-gga
ain’t no checkin’ me loc (why’s that?) cause i’m the checker
things done changed in my hood
it done got a little deeper, got more clients on my beeper, and peeps this
n-ggas don’t wanna trip cause they can’t
first name ?? nickname dank, and it’s a shame
that my whole world revolves around the bud
ain’t sh-t g, i done upped ten dubs for some heat
and scr-ppin’? f-ck all that
ain’t no time to be weak when them motherf-ckers out to do me
lose me, influence me, ain’t no way
that’s why i lounge around and smoke an ounce by the day
anyway, it’s hard to make ends when you ??
but you gotta get yours, that’s on my set, d-mn straight

[chorus]
[both] so come and boogie with the gangsta, house of love
smell the herbs of the indo as we rise above
[papa duke] my n-gga blast on that -ss, cause i’m the first that trips
?on that organizin’ from the gangsta herbs and spliffs?
[both] so come and boogie with the gangsta, house of love
smell the herbs of the indo as we rise above
[dank] that n-gga dank ain’t no joke, and that chronic that i smoke
keeps a n-gga on high, i’m puttin’ it down for the east side

[verse 2: papa duke]
well i straight nuts the f-ck up but at the same time i’m cool
seems when my life is at stake, the papa begins to act a fool
when i ?? go through all this sh-t again
m-th-f-ck you and your hood, with .380 to your chin
come in, step into my hood the f-ckin’ ?? of the heart
some motherf-ckers are scared to step their punk -ss into the dark
cause i’ma, creep up on that -ss and pull you deeper than below
you shoulda watched your back, stupid n-gga should have known
that i’m the type of a n-gga that’s not to be f-cked with, the back of my heat
when my strap is to your head, it’s your grip that i seek
so backs the f-ck up before i nuts the f-ck up
as i swoop through your hood with my strap in the cut

[verse 3: dank]
well it’s on and it’s on with the n-ggas and g’s
with a big booty b-tch i ?? a bag of weed
that n-gga dank ain’t no joke, and that chronic that i smoke
keeps a n-gga on high, i’m puttin’ it down for the east side
that n-gga papa gettin’ high and sh-t, take a trip
as we hit off that indo spliff, and get blunted
no sh-t, it’s like
a thang to do
as we puff on the bud and take a sip of the duce, well

[verse 4: papa duke]
it’s a friday night, and i’m about to get high
cause the weekdays are now ?? and somebody told me that i
was welcome ?? blunts so yeah
??
n-gga dash my black -ss to the blunts, here i come
take 19 puffs for my hood, hold it in for my son
hit the gas as i dash through the skies, i search
on the moon, lookin’ down as i orbit the earth
my brother dank is in the cut, cause he knows that i acts craze
when i put it to my lips and the papa starts to blaze
my n-gga wants to hit but i’m the first to go
since it’s already in my hand and plus it’s from a hoe

- duce duce lyrics

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