Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Servin A Deuce , by - DJ Screw. Song from the album 3 N The Mornin’ Part Two, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.07.1988
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
Servin A Deuce |
| «Oh, what up fool! |
| What’s up blue baby where you been fool?» |
| «Man, chillin' fool, locked down.» |
| «Oh man, fo real man? |
| You been gone for like years man.» |
| «Yeah, I’m just chilling boy, glad to be out there boy, tellin' ya.» |
| «Locked down? |
| *TCCH* Aw man, tell your boy what happened, fool.» |
| Well I made parole, glad to get the fuck out that hole |
| I got my shoestring belt clothes and go |
| I pop in the fat track that dope made |
| I’m on my way to hit Mike for the tight fade |
| But damn South Park sure look strange |
| Twenty four months since a nigga caught that change |
| Straight lockdown in TDC |
| But now I’m coolin' with that SPC |
| Cuz uh, that black be back on them streets |
| Fuck selling crack I’m just straight waxing beats |
| I hit the bump, I drink a brew, I got faded |
| But niggas say that McGregor got raided |
| So I gotta get out and find a club that’s pumpin' |
| Ricky Crick had said Boomerang be jumpin' |
| I’m glad I’m out, I did two, now I’m through |
| I’m back on them streets after serving a deuce |
| Well, I’m back on them streets, gotta make some ends |
| After serving a deuce |
| I’m still a hustler from inside my soul |
| After serving a deuce |
| (Serving a deuce) |
| After twenty four months I’m back on the streets and I swear it’s |
| Fucked up being stuffed up in Harris |
| County Jail where the browns don’t fit tight |
| House hoes think I couldn’t sit down and shit right |
| Back to doin' things like a real OG should |
| That nigga Woods pumpin' goods through the hood |
| I called my bitch a nigga answered her phone |
| Come to find out she’s turnin' tricks while I was gone |
| But a bitch is a hoe it ain’t no big deal |
| But now deez niggas rollin' parks with the 5th wheels |
| We chrome grillin', niggas just chillin' |
| A philly blunt with the chronic’d up fillin' |
| Crown Royal in the cup with some Coke |
| 5−0's thinkin' I’m fallin' for the Okey-Doke |
| Well I’m the dick so I roll with the blunts |
| I’m back on them streets after twenty four months |
| Well, I’m back on them streets, gotta make some ends |
| After serving a deuce |
| I stayed a hustler from inside my soul |
| After serving a deuce (When I was serving a deuce) |
| (Serving a deuce) |
| Fresh out the clink and I’m rollin' |
| A '94 Explorer with the leather, low vault, not stolen |
| Now I’m rollin' down the ave just flippin' |
| Gotta take the rims to the shop to get 'em clipped in |
| The chrome bit so you can see your reflection |
| 9 double M in the stash for my protection |
| In case a nigga wanna try to jack, black |
| Two year bid but I ain’t scared to go back |
| Marvin Gaye’s greatest hits on a disk |
| Can he fade on the chrome? |
| I gotta piss |
| I’m gearing up to get it on with my niggas though |
| My killer hoe said before black buck a hole |
| Bitches lookin' as I role through the hood |
| Two years have passed since they seen that nigga Woods |
| Another hit from the blunt 'fore a brew |
| But I’m back on them streets after serving a deuce |
| Well, I’m back on them streets, gotta make some ends |
| After serving a deuce |
| (Oh oh oh) I’m still a hustler from inside my soul |
| They happy serving a deuce (and serving a deuce) |
| I got caught up, that’s what it was |
| Happy serving a deuce |
| I’m still a hustler from inside my soul, yeah |
| Had me serving a deuce, serving a deuce |
| Aw ya ya |