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Chunk Up The Deuce Music Lyrics

Lil' Keke

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(chorus)
I chunk up tha deuce of tha south and the north
Boyz talkin down and boyz wanna hate
I chunk of tha deuce of tha south and tha north
Boyz talkin down and make me pull out tha choppa
I chunk up tha deuce of tha south and tha north
Boyz talkin down, I'll leave em on tha street dead
I chunk up tha deuce of tha south and tha north
Boyz talkin down, I got dem diamonds in ma mouth

verse 1(Paul Wall)

Well it's that grain grippa from Houston Texas
That boy sippin that bar no plex
I'm straight up outta that Swisha House where G dash write out a check
So check tha nick,check tha wrist
I'm balla status from head to toe
My jewlery shop sell mo grillz than george forman, baby now you know
That ain't an igloo, that's ma watch, and that ain't snow, baby that's ma chain
That's not an icetray, that's ma teeth and that's not a snow cone,that's ma rang.
That ain't koolaid up in ma cup, I stay sippin that purple oil
I stay flippin this slab on fours
Cauze imma hustla till im in tha soil.
My wrist game is one of a kind, pettique
filique worth a hundred k.My work schedule out on tha block, iz mash all night
and grind all day
No 401K for a hustla,jus bleed tha block and stack
that paper
M.O.B wen it come to hoes and a 40 cal. wen it come to hatas.
We out there blastin that counterfeit
Got a 600 benz wit a frog kit
Got hoes at tha HK turnin tricks
Out runnin tha track tryna make me rich
I'm to ligit to quit
Stackin up that paper till im gone
So imma be workin wit Will and catchin
splinta's writin 20 inches of betta of crome.

(chorus)

verse 2(Lil Keke)

Houston tex,got tha streets burnin.
Poppin seals wit dem 4's turnin.
Rookie Boyz they still learnin.
Lose tha cash i'm still earnin.
Git ma bread while i stake tha fed.
Keep them dimes in and out ma bed.
Jumpin the drops to convert tha top and let em bop on candy red.
Leather seats wit that wood out,they don't know wat ma hood bout.
Tryna take tha young gun's spot.
I'm platinum bald and still hot.
Hata's all up in ma 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 hobbin juice.
Diamond grill wit plannin skills,jus pass tha mic and i'll let it loose.
Independent still casin bucs.22's on porche trucks.
Model chic's wit dem big ol butts.Killa plans wit dem big ol nuts.
Hit tha club wit ma game tight,hoes bobbin ma fame right.
Did herthang that same night.Boys talkin it's all hype.
Cut tha check wen i run mamouth,roll tha green lyke i'm playin golf.
Texas boyz we goin on, representin that north and south.

(chrous)

verse 3

i'm from port author texas representin till im dead.
Pimpin almost died in that 80 boy was scared.
Bitches was on crack and that lac's wasn't rollin.
Well tha game then been revived cauze now tha south side is holdin.
Pocketsstay swollen,wat do we do wit all that cash...
Drive 84's gold wrist wit tv'sjumpin out dat dash.
Pistol in tha stash,even dough im on parole.
Nigga tryme wit dat fuck shit bitch, I'll leave ya body cold.

verse 4 (Bun B)

From tha land of grain,candy paint, 84's and a corna grill,
It's texas baby, dirty south, P.A.T you know we real,
we packin k's,Desert Eg's,AR's and dem 38's.
We servin up tha but tryna whyte, Playa we don't sell that dirty waist.
Big Bun Bta hold it down reppin town to tha fullest, whether it be on tha mic or in tha
street bustin dem bullets.
Don't pull it wit me, i won't pull it on yu and leave ya ventilated.
UGK is back on tha block and yu marks is finna 2 hate it.

(chrous)

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