Deuces Up Feat Paul Wall & Yung Redd

What they talkin 'bout baby - Paul Wall, Swisha House
 And this B.Gizzle - the heart of the streetz
 it go down knah'im'talkin bout, bangin screw
 H-Town, N.O. connection
 knah'im'talkin
 Let's go!
 - 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
 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 niggaz 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 clack... baby
 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 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