Dumbfoundead - Duke Westlake Cypher lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Duke Westlake Cypher Here we go [Verse] Yo, Duke be making beats that blow fuses out of jukeboxes Been making music since Goof Troops and juice boxes It's naked music, cause none of y'all got nothing on us We'll never be neck to neck; I'm a f**ing brontosaurus It's Knocksteady, we headed up to the top 'Til we pop Ciroc bottles with the homie Barack, huh Loading up shots like a 9-millimeter My chick hotter than a coffee shop down in Kenya I been rocking since crawling inside a sandbox Rolling up the shamrock like I'm from Jamrock My grandpops' grandpops was getting mad props Keep counting sheep, I'll turn your sheep into lamb chops Don't sleep; an insomniac with his coffee black I'm running over you copycats with my Pontiac I'm body-bagging 'em, toe-tagging 'em, drop dead Cooking cla**ics in the lab, I'm a pothead Mix a little David Choe and some De La Soul And you get motherf**ing Dumbfoundead, there ya go Black liver, green lungs, and a heart of gold The longest interview you'll ever see on Charlie Rose All you younger kids won't understand that reference Cause all you know is Miley Cyrus and Zac Efron That's the truth, and I'll tell ya, with no hesitation Got love for the youth, but I hate your generation Yeah, I said it; one take, no edits Got a flow fetish, make it look oh-so effortless DFD, I hope you know who you're messing with Why you hating so much when your girl's so affectionate? My stock rising at an exponential speed From residential streets to the Presidential Suite Yeah, now that my record is released Go and buy that motherf**er so I can get me some weed Yeah [Outro] Duke Westlake Cypher I'm gonna call out Palmer Squares Get your bars up Peace!