[C# C#m B G C E Cm G# F F# Fm A# A D# Gm] Chords for Swishahouse, Lil Keke, Paul Wall, Bun B: Chunk Up The Deuce with capo transposer, play along with guitar, piano, ukulele & mandolin. Aug 1, 2006 - Paul Wall & UGK - Chunk Up The Deuce. By TH3 HIP-HOP CAST. Icon download mini Download Episode. Subscribe itunes badge.

Chunk Up The Deuce Lyrics

I chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down and boys wanna hateI chunk up the deuce for the South and the North

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Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppaI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets deadI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouthWell it's that grain grippa from Houston, TexThat bar sippa, that bar no plexI'm straight up outta that SwishahouseWhere G. Dash write all the checksSo check the neck, check the wristI'm balla status from head to toeMy jewelry shop sell more grillsThan George Foreman, baby now ya knowThat ain't a igloo, that's my watchAnd that ain't snow, baby that's my chainThat's not an ice tray, that's my teethAnd that's not a snowcone, that's my ringThat ain't Kool-Aid up in my cupI stay sippin that purple oilI stay flippin the slab on 4'sCuz I'm a hustla til I'm in the soilMy wrist game is one of a kindPatek Philippe worth 100KMy work schedule out on the blockIt's mash all night and grind all dayNo 401K for a hustlerJust bleed the block and stack that paperM.O.B. when it come to hoesAnd a 40 cal when it come to hatersWe authentic players not counterfeitGot a 600 Benz with a fall kitGot hoes at the HK turnin tricksOut runnin the tracks tryina make me richI'm too legit to quitStackin up that paper til I'm goneSo I'ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splintersRidin 20 inches or better of chromeI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down and boys wanna hateI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppaI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets deadI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth(Don Ke!)Houston Tex got the streets burninPoppin seals with them 4's turninRookie boys they still learninLosin' cash, I'm still earninGet my bread while I shake the fedKeep them dimes in and out my bedJump in the drop to convert the topAnd let em bop on candy redLeather seats with that wood outThey don't know what my hood 'boutTryin to take the young Don's spotI'm platinum ball and still hotHaters off in my mix againPimpin broads plus pimpin pensMultiplyin, I gotta winKeep that ice lookin clear as ginOut tha roof still chunkin deuceRidin slab and hoppin juiceDiamond grill with plenty skillsJust pass the mic and I'll let it looseIndependent, still chasin bucks22's on Porshe trucksModel chicks with them big ol' buttsKilla clans with them big ol' nutsHit the club with my game tightHoe's boppin my fame rightDid her thang the same nightBoys talkin it's all hypeCut the check when I run my mouthRollin green like I'm playing golfTexas boys be goin' offRepresentin' that North and SouthI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down and boys wanna hateI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppaI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets deadI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouthI'm from Port Arthur TexasRepresent it til I'm dead (dead)Pimpin' almost died in the 80'sBoys was scared (scared)Bitches was on crackAnd the 'Lacs wasn't rollin (rollin)But the game done been revivedCuz now the Southside is holdin (ha)Pockets stay swollen (ha)What do we do with all the cash (cash)Try 84's gold wristsWith tv's jumpin out the dash (dash)Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole (role)Nigga try me with that fuck itBitch I'll leave ya body cold (cold...)From tha land of grain (grain)Candy paint (paint)84's and the chrome grillIt's Texas baby (ha)Dirty south (south)P-A-T, you know we realWe packin K's (K's)Desert Eag's (Eag's)AR's and them 38'sWe servin nothin' but China WhitePlaya we don't sell that dirty weightBig Bun B-daHoldin it down (down)Rep the town to the fullest (fullest)Whether it be on the mic or in them streetsBustin them bullets (bullets)Don't pull it with me (with me)I won't pull it on youAnd leave you ventilatedUGK is back on the blockAnd you monsters is finna hate itI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down and boys wanna hateI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppaI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets deadI chunk up the deuce for the South and the NorthBoys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth