Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Servin A Deuce, artist - DJ Screw. Album song 3 N The Mornin’ Part Two, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |