- 歌词
- 专辑列表
- 歌手介绍
B.G.
-
Deuces Up
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
I know you hate when I get tired of that slab Then switch to another my partner do the same Mayne they all different colors got candy paint drippin' You in my trunk stutter it's the state I'm in That'll tell you I'm a hustler, hustler
I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab Aye I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab
You know me B. Geezy from way back Before they made the Phantom'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
I know you hate when I get tired of that slab Then switch to another my partner do the same Mayne they all different colors got candy paint drippin' You in my trunk stutter it's the state I'm in That'll tell you I'm a hustler, hustler
I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab Aye I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab
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
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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' swingers till them hoes start to clack, baby
I know you hate when I get tired of that slab Then switch to another my partner do the same Mayne they all different colors got candy paint drippin' You in my trunk stutter it's the state I'm in That'll tell you I'm a hustler, hustler
I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab Aye I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab
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 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 Sot diamonds from the bottom to the top of my grill These couple hundred thousands tryin' to turn into a mill
I know you hate when I get tired of that slab Then switch to another my partner do the same Mayne they all different colors got candy paint drippin' You in my trunk stutter it's the state I'm in That'll tell you I'm a hustler, hustler
I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab Aye I'm throwin' up the deuce and givin' dap Comin' down the boulevard just holdin' slab
-
|