Yung Redd - Deuces Up lyrics

[Talking] [Paul Wall] 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 sh** 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]