Представляем точный текст композиции "Chunk Up The Deuce" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Lil Keke . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Chunk Up The Deuce» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Lil Keke передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Lil Keke - "Chunk Up The Deuce"
Lyrics to Chunk Up The Deuce : (feat. Paul Wall, Pimp C, Bun B) [Chorus: Lil Keke] 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 dont make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down Ill 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 [Verse 1: Paul Wall] Well its that grain grippa from Houston, Tex That bar sippa, that bar no plex Im straight up outta that Swishahouse Where G. Dash write all the checks So check the neck, check the wrist Im balla status from head to toe My jewelry shop sell more grills Than George Foreman, baby now ya know That aint a igloo, thats my watch And that aint snow, baby thats my chain Thats not a ice girl, thats my teeth And thats not a snowcone, thats my ring It aint Kool-Aid up in my cup I stay sippin that purple oil I stay flippin the slab on 4s Cuz Im a hustla til Im in the soil My wrist game is one of a kind Patek Philippe worth 100K My work schedule out on the block Its mash all night and grind all day No 401K for a hustler 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 tryina make me rich Im too legit to quit Stackin up that paper til Im gone So Ima be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters Ridin 20 inches or better of chrome [Chorus: Lil Keke] 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 dont make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down Ill 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 [Verse 2: Lil Keke] (Don Ke!) Houston Tex got the streets burnin Poppin seals with them 4s turnin Rookie boys they still learnin Losin cash, Im 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 dont know what my hood bout Tryin to take the young Dons spot Im 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 tha roof still chunkin deuce Ridin slab and hoppin juice Diamond grill with play and skills Just pass the mic and Ill let it loose Independent, still chasin bucks 22s on Porshe 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 its all hype Cut the check when I run my mouth Rollin green like Im playing golf Texas boys be goin off Representin that North and South [Chorus: Lil Keke] 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 dont make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down Ill 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 [Verse 3: Pimp C] Im from Port Arthur Texas Represent it til Im dead (dead) Pimpin almost died in the 80s Boys was scared (scared) Bitches was on crack And the Lacs wasnt rollin (rollin) But the game done been revived Cuz now the Southside is holdin (ha) Pockets stay swollen (ha) What do we do with all the cash (cash) Try 84s gold wrists With tvs jumpin out the dash (dash) Pistol in the stash even though Im on parole (role) Nigga try me with that fuck it Bitch Ill leave ya body cold (cold...) [Verse 3: Bun B] From tha land of grain (grain) Candy paint (paint) 84s and the chrome grill Its Texas baby (ha) Dirty south (south) P-A-T, you know we real We packin Ks (Ks) Desert Eags (Eags) ARs and them 38s We servin nothin but China White Playa we dont sell that dirty weight Big Bun B-da Holdin it down (down) Rep the town to the fullest (fullest) Whether it be on the mic or in them streets Bustin them bullets (bullets) Dont pull it with me (with me) I wont pull it on you And leave you ventilated UGK is back on the block And you marks is finna hate it [Chorus: Lil Keke] 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 dont make me pull out the choppa I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down Ill 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 [ Chunk Up The Deuce Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Lil Keke. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Chunk Up The Deuce» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Chunk Up The Deuce» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.