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Correct Chunk Up The Deuce Lyrics
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Correct Chunk Up The Deuce
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I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth Well it's that grain grippa from Houston, Tex That bar sippa, that bar no plex I'm straight up outta that Swishahouse Where G. Dash write all the checks So check the neck, check the wrist I'm balla status from head to toe My jewelry shop sell more grills Than George Foreman, baby now ya know That ain't a igloo, that's my watch And that ain't snow, baby that's my chain That's not a ice tray, that's my teeth And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring It ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup I stay sippin that purple oil I stay flippin the slab on 4's Cuz I'm a hustla til I'm in the soil My wrist game is one of a kind Patek Philippe worth 100K My work schedule out on the block It's mash all night and grind all day No 401K for a hustler Just bleed the block and stack that paper M.O.B. when it come to hoes And a 40 cal when it come to haters We authentic players not counterfeit Got a 600 Benz with a fall kit Got hoes at the HK turnin tricks Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich I'm too legit to quit Stackin up that paper til I'm gone So I'ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters Ridin 20 inches or better of chrome I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth (Don Ke!) Houston Tex got the streets burnin Poppin seals with them 4's turnin Rookie boys they still learnin Losin' cash, I'm still earnin Get my bread while I shake the fed Keep them dimes in and out my bed Jump in the drop to convert the top And let em bop on candy red Leather seats with that wood out They don't know what my hood 'bout Tryin to take the young Don's spot I'm platinum ball and still hot Haters off in my mix again Pimpin broads plus pimpin pens Multiplyin, I gotta win Keep that ice lookin clear as gin Out tha roof still chunkin deuce Ridin slab and hoppin juice Diamond grill with play and skills Just pass the mic and I'll let it loose Independent, still chasin bucks 22's on Porshe trucks Model chicks with them big ol' bucks Killa clans with them big ol' nuts Hit the club with my game tight Hoe's boppin my fame right Did her thang the same night Boys talkin it's all hype Cut the check when I run my mouth Rollin green like I'm playing golf Texas boys be goin' off Representin' that North and South I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth I'm from Port Arthur Texas Represent it til I'm dead (dead) Pimpin' almost died in the 80's Boys was scared (scared) Bitches was on crack And the 'Lacs wasn't rollin (rollin) But the game done been revived Cuz now the Southside is holdin (ha) Pockets stay swollen (ha) What do we do with all the cash (cash) Try 84's gold wrists With tv's jumpin out the dash (dash) Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole (role) Nigga try me with that fuck it Bitch I'll leave ya body cold (cold) From tha land of grain (grain) Candy paint (paint) 84's and the chrome grill It's Texas baby (ha) Dirty south (south) P-A-T, you know we real We packin K's (K's) Desert Eag's (Eag's) AR's and them 38's We servin nothin' but China White Playa we don't sell that dirty weight Big Bun B-da Holdin it down (down) Rep the town to the fullest (fullest) Whether it be on the mic or in them streets Bustin them bullets (bullets) Don't pull it with me (with me) I won't pull it on you And leave you ventilated UGK is back on the block And you marks is finna hate it I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth
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