Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deuces Up, artist - B.G.. Album song The Best Of Tha Heart Of The Streetz Volume 1 & 2 (Chopped & Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2006
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Deuces Up |
What they talkin 'bout baby — Paul Wall, Swisha House |
And this B. Gizzle — the heart of the streetz |
It go down knah’im’talkin bout, bangin screw |
H-Town, N.O. |
connection |
Knah’im’talkin |
Let’s go! |
I know you hate when I get tired of that slab — then switch to another |
My partner do the same — mayne they all differant colors |
Got candy paint drippin, you in my trunk stutter (st — stutter) |
It’s the state I’m in that’ll tell you I’m a hustler (hustler) |
I’m throwin up the duece and givin dap |
Comin down the boulevard just holdin slab |
Aye I’m throwin up the duece and givin dap |
Comin down the boulevard just holdin slab |
You know me B. Geezy from way back |
Before they made the Phanthom’s, or they made the Maybach’s |
It was Impala this — it was 'Lac that |
It was loud rump, wood grain, and wet — wet |
Times changed niggas stuntin game picked up |
You can stay at home if ya whip ain’t whipped up |
Cause you done slipped up hoes ain’t even peepin' |
If ya shit ain’t mean, and ya grill ain’t blingin' |
I’m comin hard dogg everyday of the week |
Black Benz, black Range, black Infinity Jeep |
The black Porsche truck got the freak bendin over |
The camoflauge truck it’s representin solider |
Move out the way baby boy here I come |
I’m the topical discussion like that boy Vince Young |
I’m on the boulevard holdin’workin wood grain wheel |
Top down, sun shinin on my ice tray grill |
The car fresh out the wash no soap, just water |
Turnin everybodies head with my remote control starter |
I’m a head turner flippin in my old school dropper |
Tippin down on 8 — 4's look, oh so proper |
I’m flossin with my partner Memphis in that black on black |
Wavin trunk down West Park to make the boppers attract |
Them hoes don’t know how to act — I’m hoggin lane in the Lac |
And I’m a keep on ridin swangers till them hoes start to clack… baby |
If you can get it, I got it… if you have it, I had it |
From the Lex, to the Benz, from Denali, to Caddi |
Ridin’fly no doubt twenty — fo’s and up |
I’m ridin slow cause purple kool aid in my cup |
I’m a down south boy you know we shine |
You workin with somethin you hear them hoes holla (waaahhh) |
My pockets on swoll, my whip on beam |
I started that shit so you know my wrist bling |
I went to H — Town to see Paul Wizzy |
I left with my grizzy lookin so pretty |
Got diamonds from the bottom — to the top of my grill |
These couple hundred thousands tryin to turn into a mill |