Trae Tha Truth, Bun B, Young Buck, Big Pokey - Duece’s & Trae’s lyrics

Yeah man
I'm so, I'm so Texas right now man

Dueces and Ya Traes
Throw up throw up throw up-throw up
Ya dueces and ya traes
Throw up throw-throw up throw up-throw up
Ya dueces and ya traes
Throw up throw up throw up throw up
Throw up ya dueces and ya traes
Dueces and ya traes
Dueces-dueces and ya traes
If ya miss Pimp C
Throw up ya dueces and ya traes

They say now the city is
Back it's something strange
Starch post sitting caught under
Something ya couldn't name
Dranking off inside the Range
Seats same color cocaine
With a chopper who understanding
It's nothing something insane
Picture this whip flipping
Glass imitating aerobics
Panel rally roof this bitch in
The back of me claustrophobic
Niggas pussy in my book tell
Em that was already noted
The crown is mine and sign the
Houston the city already wrote it
I'm gladder than a jungle where
Other niggas get nervous
Designated in sewers where cellular's
Don't get service
Thankin house of where smokers the
Only place you can purchase
And such a put in the trap where
The workers see through the service packs
Was never social all I know is
My pen and my pad
I'm on the phone with momma
C reminiscing too Chad
These niggas never get the picture
They vision is bad
Nigga the truth is here only
The can question ya had

Trae what it do big homie?
Y'all know how this go right
Real recognize real mayne

The truth hurr!
But the real shall live in the

Brother from another mother
And what that mean if you don't stand for
Sumthin then you goin fall for anything
As I walk in these stars jean
Pop my trunk to make they cars lean
The hood got bissar things
Like Rated-R screens
So my parental adviser into the
Youth is the truth and back it up with proof
Don't nobody know what's happening till
It's happening to you
Now they askin you what's happening cause
It's happening to them too
Them gone ain't too many niggas ridin'
But I'm drivin' Way Park
I got Bun in the passenger Trae
Let's pull up in they yard
I'm not askin for space bitches
I'm a go hard
Now when your swangers stick out
Far they'll help you bo-gar
Dueces and Traes
Twist ya fingaz throw em up to God
Watch this Cashville nigga as I
Lead the four stars
Yeah you see me oil spill niggas, BP
I got Texas ways put dueces and ya traes
Yeah

Throw them dueces up and the traes too
On the duece-dueces up and them K's too
I don't play fool all
This cash I'm stackin'
Assualt rifled up bitch like I'm mad Iraq
They say if a nigga fall on
Ya he'll roll on ya
You blessed and try'na progress
He'll prolong ya
Best thang for a hater keep him out my reach
Cause Sensei he'll fade a nigga
Like a bottle of bleach
Scott Blocc in this bitch and
It's on and poppin'
Straight drop in this bitch
Nigga zones is lockin'
My banger is black, the swaggers are turning
If I catch him playin games
This banger will burn him
Yeah I'm hard on a chick, I mash on em
In this Spurg gettin head countin cash on em
Crock-woollier till the winter yet
We play to win mob style Cashville nigga ABN