| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down don’t make me pull out the choppa
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I’ll leave em on the streets dead
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth
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| Well it’s that grain grippa from Houston, Tex
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| That bar sippa, that bar no plex
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| I’m straight up outta that Swishahouse
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| Where G. Dash write all the checks
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| So check the neck, check the wrist
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| I’m balla status from head to toe
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| My jewelry shop sell more grills
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| Than George Foreman, baby now ya know
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| That ain’t a igloo, that’s my watch
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| And that ain’t snow, baby that’s my chain
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| That’s not a ice girl, that’s my teeth
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| And that’s not a snowcone, that’s my ring
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| It ain’t Kool-Aid up in my cup
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| I stay sippin that purple oil
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| I stay flippin the slab on 4's
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| Cuz I’m a hustla til I’m in the soil
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| My wrist game is one of a kind
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| Patek Philippe worth 100K
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| My work schedule out on the block
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| It’s mash all night and grind all day
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| No 401K for a hustler
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| Just bleed the block and stack that paper
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| M.O.B. |
| when it come to hoes
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| And a 40 cal when it come to haters
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| We authentic players not counterfeit
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| Got a 600 Benz with a fall kit
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| Got hoes at the HK turnin tricks
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| Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich
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| I’m too legit to quit
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| Stackin up that paper til I’m gone
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| So I’ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters
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| Ridin 20 inches or better of chrome
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down don’t make me pull out the choppa
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I’ll leave em on the streets dead
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth
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| (Don Ke!)
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| Houston Tex got the streets burnin
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| Poppin seals with them 4's turnin
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| Rookie boys they still learnin
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| Losin' cash, I’m still earnin
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| Get my bread while I shake the fed
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| Keep them dimes in and out my bed
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| Jump in the drop to convert the top
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| And let em bop on candy red
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| Leather seats with that wood out
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| They don’t know what my hood 'bout
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| Tryin to take the young Don’s spot
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| I’m platinum ball and still hot
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| Haters off in my mix again
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| Pimpin broads plus pimpin pens
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| Multiplyin, I gotta win
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| Keep that ice lookin clear as gin
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| Out tha roof still chunkin deuce
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| Ridin slab and hoppin juice
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| Diamond grill with play and skills
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| Just pass the mic and I’ll let it loose
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| Independent, still chasin bucks
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| 22's on Porshe trucks
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| Model chicks with them big ol' bucks
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| Killa clans with them big ol' nuts
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| Hit the club with my game tight
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| Hoe’s boppin my fame right
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| Did her thang the same night
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| Boys talkin it’s all hype
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| Cut the check when I run my mouth
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| Rollin green like I’m playing golf
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| Texas boys be goin' off
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| Representin' that North and South
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down don’t make me pull out the choppa
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I’ll leave em on the streets dead
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth
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| I’m from Port Arthur Texas
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| Represent it til I’m dead (dead)
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| Pimpin' almost died in the 80's
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| Boys was scared (scared)
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| Bitches was on crack
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| And the 'Lacs wasn’t rollin (rollin)
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| But the game done been revived
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| Cuz now the Southside is holdin (ha)
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| Pockets stay swollen (ha)
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| What do we do with all the cash (cash)
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| Try 84's gold wrists
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| With tv’s jumpin out the dash (dash)
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| Pistol in the stash even though I’m on parole (role)
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| Nigga try me with that fuck it
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| Bitch I’ll leave ya body cold (cold…)
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| From tha land of grain (grain)
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| Candy paint (paint)
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| 84's and the chrome grill
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| It’s Texas baby (ha)
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| Dirty south (south)
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| P-A-T, you know we real
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| We packin K’s (K's)
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| Desert Eag’s (Eag's)
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| AR’s and them 38's
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| We servin nothin' but China White
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| Playa we don’t sell that dirty weight
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| Big Bun B-da
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| Holdin it down (down)
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| Rep the town to the fullest (fullest)
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| Whether it be on the mic or in them streets
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| Bustin them bullets (bullets)
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| Don’t pull it with me (with me)
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| I won’t pull it on you
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| And leave you ventilated
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| UGK is back on the block
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| And you marks is finna hate it
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down don’t make me pull out the choppa
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I’ll leave em on the streets dead
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| I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
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| Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chunk Up the Deuce (feat. U.G.K. & Paul Wall), artist - Lil Keke. Album song The Chronicles, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп