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Chunk Up the Deuce (feat. UGK & Paul Wall)

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I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouthWell it's that grain grippa from Houston, Tex

That bar sippa, that bar no plex

I'm straight up outta that Swishahouse

Where G. Dash write all the checks

So check the neck, check the wrist

I'm balla status from head to toe

My jewelry shop sell more grills

Than George Foreman, baby now ya know

That ain't a igloo, that's my watch

And that ain't snow, baby that's my chain

That's not an ice tray, that's my teeth

And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring

That ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup

I stay sippin that purple oil

I stay flippin the slab on 4's

Cuz I'm a hustla til I'm in the soil

My wrist game is one of a kind

Patek Philippe worth 100K

My work schedule out on the block

It's mash all night and grind all day

No 401K for a hustler

Just bleed the block and stack that paper

M.O.B. when it come to hoes

And a 40 cal when it come to haters

We authentic players not counterfeit

Got a 600 Benz with a fall kit

Got hoes at the HK turnin tricks

Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich

I'm too legit to quit

Stackin up that paper til I'm gone

So I'ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters

Ridin 20 inches or better of chromeI chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth(Don Ke!)

Houston Tex got the streets burnin

Poppin seals with them 4's turnin

Rookie boys they still learnin

Losin' cash, I'm still earnin

Get my bread while I shake the fed

Keep them dimes in and out my bed

Jump in the drop to convert the top

And let em bop on candy red

Leather seats with that wood out

They don't know what my hood 'bout

Tryin to take the young Don's spot

I'm platinum ball and still hot

Haters off in my mix again

Pimpin broads plus pimpin pens

Multiplyin, I gotta win

Keep that ice lookin clear as gin

Out tha roof still chunkin deuce

Ridin slab and hoppin juice

Diamond grill with plenty skills

Just pass the mic and I'll let it loose

Independent, still chasin bucks

22's on Porshe trucks

Model chicks with them big ol' butts

Killa clans with them big ol' nuts

Hit the club with my game tight

Hoe's boppin my fame right

Did her thang the same night

Boys talkin it's all hype

Cut the check when I run my mouth

Rollin green like I'm playing golf

Texas boys be goin' off

Representin' that North and SouthI chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouthI'm from Port Arthur Texas

Represent it til I'm dead (dead)

Pimpin' almost died in the 80's

Boys was scared (scared)

Bitches was on crack

And the 'Lacs wasn't rollin (rollin)

But the game done been revived

Cuz now the Southside is holdin (ha)

Pockets stay swollen (ha)

What do we do with all the cash (cash)

Try 84's gold wrists

With tv's jumpin out the dash (dash)

Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole (role)

Nigga try me with that fuck it

Bitch I'll leave ya body cold (cold...)From tha land of grain (grain)

Candy paint (paint)

84's and the chrome grill

It's Texas baby (ha)

Dirty south (south)

P-A-T, you know we real

We packin K's (K's)

Desert Eag's (Eag's)

AR's and them 38's

We servin nothin' but China White

Playa we don't sell that dirty weight

Big Bun B-da

Holdin it down (down)

Rep the town to the fullest (fullest)

Whether it be on the mic or in them streets

Bustin them bullets (bullets)

Don't pull it with me (with me)

I won't pull it on you

And leave you ventilated

UGK is back on the block

And you monsters is finna hate itI chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth

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