I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I'll leave 'em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I got them diamonds in my mouth
Well, it's that grain grippa from Houston, Tex
That bar sippa, that bar no plex
I'm straight up outta that Swishahouse
Where G. Dash write all the checks
So check the neck, check the wrist
I'm balla status from head to toe
My jewelry shop sell more grills
Than George Foreman, baby now ya know
That ain't a igloo, that's my watch
And that ain't snow, baby that's my chain
That's not a ice girl, that's my teeth
And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring
It ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup
I stay sippin' that purple oil
I stay flippin' the slab on 4's
'Cause I'm a hustla 'til I'm in the soil
My wrist game is one of a kind
Patek Philippe worth 100K
My work schedule out on the block
It's mash all night and grind all day
No 401K for a hustla
Just bleed the block and stack that paper
M.O.B. when it come to hoes
And a 40 cal when it come to haters
We authentic players not counterfeit
Got a 600 Benz with a fall kit
Got hoes at the HK turnin' tricks
Out runnin' the tracks tryin' to make me rich
I'm too legit to quit
Stackin' up that paper 'til I'm gone
So I'ma be workin' wood wheel and catchin' splinters
Ridin' 20 inches or better of chrome
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I'll leave 'em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I got them diamonds in my mouth
(Don Ke!)
Houston Tex got the streets burnin'
Poppin' seals with them 4's turnin'
Rookie boys they still learnin'
Losin' cash, I'm still earnin'
Get my bread while I shake the fed
Keep them dimes in and out my bed
Jump in the drop to convert the top
And let 'em bop on candy red
Leather seats with that wood out
They don't know what my hood 'bout
Tryin' to take the young Don's spot
I'm platinum ball and still hot
Haters off in my mix again
Pimpin' broads plus pimpin' pens
Multiplyin', I gotta win
Keep that ice lookin' clear as gin
Out the roof still chunkin' deuce
Ridin' slab and hoppin' juice
Diamond grill with play and skills
Just pass the mic and I'll let it loose
Independent, still chasin' bucks
22's on Porsche trucks
Model chicks with them big ol' bucks
Killa clans with them big ol' nuts
Hit the club with my game tight
Hoes boppin' my fame right
Did her thang the same night
Boys talkin' it's all hype
Cut the check when I run my mouth
Rollin' green like I'm playing golf
Texas boys be goin' off
Representin' that North and South
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I'll leave 'em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I got them diamonds in my mouth
I'm from Port Arthur Texas represent it 'til I'm dead
Pimpin' almost died in the '80s, boys was scared
Bitches was on crack and the 'Lacs wasn't rollin'
But the game done been revived 'cause now the Southside is holdin'
Pockets stay swollen, what do we do with all the cash?
Try 84's gold wrists with TV's jumpin' out the dash
Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole
Nigga try me with that, fuck it
Bitch I'll leave ya body cold
From the land of grain, candy paint
84's and the chrome grill, it's Texas baby
Dirty South, P-A-T, you know we real
We packin' K's, desert Eag's, AR's and them 38's
We servin' nothin' but China White
Playa, we don't sell that dirty weight
Big Bun B-da, holdin' it down
Rep the town to the fullest
Whether it be on the mic or in them streets
Bustin' them bullets, don't pull it with me
I won't pull it on you and leave you ventilated
UGK is back on the block and you marks is finna hate it
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I'll leave 'em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin' down I got them diamonds in my mouth
