Lil' Keke - Chunk Up The Deuce lyrics

rate me

(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 frum Houston Texas.That bar sippin that boy no

plex.I'm straight up outta that Swisha House where G dash write out a check.So

check tha neck,check tha wrist.I'm balla status frum head to toe.My jewlry

shop sell mo grillz than george forman.Baby now yu know.That ain't an igloo,

that'sz ma watch.And that ain't snow,baby that's ma chain.That's not an ice

tray,that's ma teeth and that's not a snow cone,that's ma rang.That ain't kool

aid up in ma cup,I stay sippin that purple oil.I stay flippin this lab on vogues.

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 cume to hoes.An a 40 cal wen it cume to hatas.We authentic playas not counterfeit.Got a 600 benz wit a fog 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 ridin 20 inches or better of chrome.

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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

ssake 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 bens.Multiplyin i gotta win.Keep that ice lookin clear again.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 porchin 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 her

thang that same night.Boys talkin it's all hype.Tuck tha check wen i run ma

mouth,roll tha green lyke i'm playin golf.Texas boyz we goin on,representin

that north and south.

(chrous)

verse 3

i'm frum port author texas representin till im dead.Pimpin almost died

in that 80 boy was scared.B****es was on crack and that lex wasn't rollin.

well tha game then been revived cauze now tha south side is open.Pockets

stay swollen,wat do we do wit all that cash...Drive 84's wit diz wit tv's

jumpin out dat dash.Pistol in tha stash,even dough im on parole.Nigga try

me wit dat funky b**c*.I'll leave ya body cold.

verse 4(bun b)

frum tha land of grain,candy paint.84's and a corna grill, it's texas baby,

dirty south.P.A.T yu know we real,we packin k's desert E's,A R's and dem 38's.

We servin nuthin but chyna whyte.Playa we don't sell that dirty wait.Big Bun B

ta 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 baq on tha block and yu marks is fin 2 hate it.

(chrous)

Thanks to gruss87 for these lyrics