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Lil' Keke - Chunk Up The Deuce

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Published on Dec 4, 2012

[Hook]
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 mouth

[Paul Wall]
Well it's that grain gripper from Houston, Tex
That barre sipper; that barre, 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 you know
That ain't a igloo, that's my watch; and that ain't snow, baby that's my chain
That's not a ice tray, that's my teeth; and that's not a snow cone, that's my ring
That ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup, I stay sipping that purple oil
I stay flipping the slab on 4's, cause I'm a hustler 'til I'm in the soil
My wrist game is one of a kind, Patek Philippe worth a 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 comes to hoes and a .40 cal when it comes to haters
We authentic playas not counterfeit, got a 600 Benz with a fall kit
Got hoes at the HK turning tricks, out running the track trying to make me rich
I'm too legit to quit, stacking up that paper 'til I'm gone
So I'm a be working wood wheel and catching splinters
Riding 20 inches or better in chrome

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]
Yeah.. Don Ke! Houston, Tex; got the streets burning, popping seals with them 4's turning
Rookie boys they still learning, losing cash, I'm still earning
Get my bread when 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
Tryna take the young Don's spot, I'm platinum balling and still hot
Haters off in my mix again, pimping broads plus pimping pens
Multiplying, I gotta win; keep that ice looking clear as Gin
Out the roof still chunking deuce, riding slab and hopping juice
Diamond grill with plenty of skills, just pass the mic and I let it loose
Independent still chasing bucks, 22's on Porsche trucks
Model chicks with them big ole butts, killer clans with them big ole nuts
Hit the club with my game tight, hoes boppin' my fame right
Did her thang the same night, boys talkin -- it's all hype
Cut the check when I run my mouth, rolling in green like I'm playing golf
Texas boys be going off, representing the North and South

[Hook]

[Pimp C]
I'm from Port Arthur, Texas; represent it 'til I'm dead
Pimping almost died in the 80's, boys was scared
Bitches was on crack, and the 'Lacs wasn't rollin'
But the game done been revived cause now the Southside is holdin'
Pockets stay swollen (huh!), what do we do with all this cash?
Drive '84 Biarritz with TV's jumpin up out the dash
Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole
Nigga try me with that fuck it, bitch I'll leave ya body cold

[Bun B]
From the land of grain (grain), drippin paint (paint), 84's and a chrome grill
This Texas baby (huh), dirty South (South), P.A.T.; you know we real
We pack the K's (K's), Desert Eag's (Eag's), AR's and them 38's
We servin nothing but Chyna Whyte, playa we don't sell that dirty weight
Big Bun Beeda, hold it down (down), rep' the town to the fullest (fullest)
Whether it be on the mic or in the streets busting them bullets (bullets)
Don't put it with me (with me), I won't pull it on you and leave you ventilated
U.G.K. is back on the block and you marks is finna hate it

[Hook]

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