Mad Dukez - Sookie Sookie lyrics

[Hook] Ugh, I run game, but nah, no we don't ever play Feel this: fast, legends: maps We make paths, and send you on your way Know you in the fray right now Power on through, we going turn this out Like a stick up: hands high (high), get your hands high (high) Get your hands high (high), Get your hands high (high) [Verse 1: Mad Dukez] (Make 'em say...) Uggggh This game is like a drama story Nathan, no one fabricating bout his rhyming glory I'm professing that I probably had a couple in it Hip-hop ain't complete without a rumble hitting Gotta find the words, Scrabble the deluxe edition Bambi bust her load, will s** and ruin future living Shady business keep the cover and the dollars spinning Money make them hoot and holler, smiling like a gremlin Or in Christ position, basking while his shoes he flicking Stories depicted vividly, say I have super vision Every crew has got an overzealous fraternizer Rap surprise them, expectations turn to fertilizer Tele-spitting, better than your cable's best provider Hitter for hire, out the park off of a pitcher's slider Voted most unexpected in the ranking cypher Ugh, running game, but I ain't playing Tiger [Hook] [Verse 2] Ugh, one ton-size egos Extra ordinary attitudes from simple people My look was small, like through a peephole These studio deebos, fronting like they k** it – homie, we know See the pretenders playing dress up from the neck up Terrible performers in your ear will f** your head up I check the bill before determining a setup Gauging the explosion, I perform and never let up My cold steez, you can't breathe You fold, please - now get your ante up My lane strong, your game wrong Don't play with me, because you ain't built as tough Rough and rugged from the j**el producing nugget fields Take personas, get a seat and spin like Ferris Wheels Spin the gambit, game is handled marathon is running Ain't no playing gunner, best to lock and load for something [Hook x3]