B.G. - Deuces Up lyrics

What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall
Swisha House

And this BGizzle - the heart of the streetz

It go down knah'im'talkin bout, bangin screw

H Town, NO connection

Knah'im'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 BGeezy 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 niggas 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 clackbaby

If you can get it, I got itif 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