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Swishahouse, Lil Keke, Paul Wall, Bun B : Chunk Up The Deuce
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Lil' Keke
Lil' Keke
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Edwards
Marcus Edwards
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Well 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 a ice tray, that's my teeth
And that's not a snow cone, that's my ring
It ain't Kool-aid up in my cup
I stay sippin' that purple oil
I stay flippin' the slab 4's
'Cause I'ma hustle till 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 comes to hoes
And a 40 cal when it comes 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 tryna make me rich
I'm too legit to quit
Stackin' up that paper till I'm gone
So I'ma be workin' wood wheel and catchin' splinters
Ridin' twenty inches or better of chrome
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
Tryna 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 the roof still chunkin' deuce
Ridin' slab and hoppin' juice
Diamond grill with play and skills
Just pass the mic and I'll let it loose
Independent, still chasin' bucks
22's on Porsche trucks
Model chicks with them big ol' butts
Killa clans with them big ol' 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
Rollin' green like I'm playing golf
Texas boys be goin' off
Representin' that North and South
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
I'm from Port Arthur Texas
Represent it till 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
'Cause now the Southside is holdin' (Huh)
Pockets stay swollen (Huh)
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)
**** try me with that fuck it
Bitch, I'll leave ya body cold (cold)
[Verse 7]
From the land of the grain (Grain)
Candy paint (Paint)
84's and the chrome grill
It's Texas baby (Huh)
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
Hold 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 marks is finna hate it
[Verse 8]
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
Written by: Pollie Pop
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