Deuces Up

What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House

And this B. Gizzle - the heart of the streetz

It go down knah'I'm'talkin bout, bangin screw

H-Town, N.O. connection

Knah'I'm'talkin

Let's go!

I know you hate when I get tired of that slab - then switch to another

My partner do the same - mayne they all differant colors

Got candy paint drippin, you in my trunk stutter (st - stutter)

It's the state I'm in that'll tell you I'm a hustler (hustler)

I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap

Comin down the boulevard just holdin slab

Aye I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap

Comin down the boulevard just holdin slab

You know me B.Geezy from way back

Before they made the Phanthom's, or they made the Maybach's

It was Impala this - it was 'Lac that

It was loud rump, wood grain, and wet - wet

Times changed niggaz stuntin game picked up

You can stay at home if ya whip ain't whipped up

Cause you done slipped up hoes ain't even peepin'

If ya shit ain't mean, and ya grill ain't blingin'

I'm comin hard dogg everyday of the week

Black Benz, black Range, black Infinity Jeep

The black Porsche truck got the freak bendin over

The camoflauge truck it's representin solider

Move out the way baby boy here I come

I'm the topical discussion like that boy Vince Young

I'm on the boulevard holdin' workin wood grain wheel

Top down, sun shinin on my ice tray grill

The car fresh out the wash no soap, just water

Turnin everybodies head with my remote control starter

I'm a head turner flippin in my old school dropper

Tippin down on 8 - 4's look, oh so proper

I'm flossin with my partner Memphis in that black on black

Wavin trunk down West Park to make the boppers attract

Them hoes don't know how to act - I'm hoggin lane in the Lac

And I'm a keep on ridin swangers till them hoes start to clack... baby

If you can get it, I got it... if you have it, I had it

From the Lex, to the Benz, from Denali, to Caddi

Ridin'fly no doubt twenty - fo's and up

I'm ridin slow cause purple kool aid in my cup

I'm a down south boy you know we shine

You workin with somethin you hear them hoes holla (waaahhh)

My pockets on swoll, my whip on beam

I started that shit so you know my wrist bling

I went to H - Town to see Paul Wizzy

I left with my grizzy lookin so pretty

Got diamonds from the bottom - to the top of my grill

These couple hundred thousands tryin to turn into a mill

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