Deuces Up Lyrics
| Song | Deuces Up |
| Artist | B.G. |
| Album | The Heart of tha Streetz, Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Berry, Dorsey, Gallien ... | |
| What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House | |
| [B.G.] | |
| And this B.Gizzle - the heart of the streetz | |
| [Paul Wall] | |
| it go down knah'im'talkin bout, bangin screw | |
| [B.G.] | |
| H-Town, N.O. connection | |
| [Paul Wall] | |
| knah'im'talkin | |
| [B.G.] | |
| Let's go! | |
| [Chorus - Yung Redd] | |
| 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 | |
| [Verse 1 - B.G.] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2 - Paul Wall] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3 - B.G.] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Berry, Dorsey, Gallien ... | |
| What they talkin ' bout baby Paul Wall, Swisha House | |
| B. G. | |
| And this B. Gizzle the heart of the streetz | |
| Paul Wall | |
| it go down knah' im' talkin bout, bangin screw | |
| B. G. | |
| HTown, N. O. connection | |
| Paul Wall | |
| knah' im' talkin | |
| B. G. | |
| Let' s go! | |
| Chorus Yung Redd | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 1 B. G. | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 Paul Wall | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 B. G. | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Berry, Dorsey, Gallien ... | |
| What they talkin ' bout baby Paul Wall, Swisha House | |
| B. G. | |
| And this B. Gizzle the heart of the streetz | |
| Paul Wall | |
| it go down knah' im' talkin bout, bangin screw | |
| B. G. | |
| HTown, N. O. connection | |
| Paul Wall | |
| knah' im' talkin | |
| B. G. | |
| Let' s go! | |
| Chorus Yung Redd | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 1 B. G. | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 Paul Wall | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 B. G. | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus |
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