Lil Keke - Chorus] 

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 



[Paul Wall - Verse 1] 

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 tray, that's my teeth 

And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring 

That ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup 

I stay sippin that purple oil 

I stay flippin the slab on 4's 

Cuz 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 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 

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 



[Lil Keke - Chorus] 

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 



[Lil Keke - Verse 2] 

(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 tha roof still chunkin deuce 

Ridin slab and hoppin juice 

Diamond grill with plenty skills 

Just pass the mic and I'll let it loose 

Independent, still chasin bucks 

22's on Porshe trucks 

Model chicks with them big ol' butts 

Killa clans with them big ol' nuts 

Hit the club with my game tight 

Hoe's 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 



[Lil Keke - Chorus] 

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 



[Pimp C - Verse 3] 

I'm from Port Arthur Texas 

Represent it til I'm dead (dead) 

Pimpin' almost died in the 80's 

Boys was scared (scared) 

Bitches was on crack 

And the 'Lacs wasn't 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 84's gold wrists 

With tv's jumpin out the dash (dash) 

Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole (role) 

Nigga try me with that fuck it 

Bitch I'll leave ya body cold (cold...) 

[Bun B - Verse 3] 

From tha land of grain (grain) 

Candy paint (paint) 

84's and the chrome grill 

It's Texas baby (ha) 

Dirty south (south) 

P-A-T, you know we real 

We packin K's (K's) 

Desert Eag's (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 (down) 

Rep the town to the fullest (fullest) 

Whether it be on the mic or in them streets 

Bustin them bullets (bullets) 

Don't pull it with me (with me) 

I won't pull it on you 

And leave you ventilated 

UGK is back on the block 

And you monsters is finna hate it 



[Lil Keke - Chorus] 

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