Yoyo når du kører en Ferrari Testarossa ligger du helt nede på hjorden det kan være SMART hvis det handler om FART men affjederen er nået være LORT ved du hvad der er SORT du skulle have forstillet at være min ven jeg ved godt hvad du har GJORT du troede sikkert at alt gik som SMURT hvor dum tror du jeg er din fucking KEGLE du har ikke vundet nået men du er sgu god til at FEJLE du den grimme ÆLLING og du for sikkert også ordnet negle som en RIGTIG KÆLLING yo once when I was younger I had will of STEEL and fire in my EYES look bitch stop making stupid LIES i can read you like and open BOOK and I know what you TOOK look asshole your aint humping ME you'll gonna get jealous when I get my own COMPANY listen don't need a deal ore a LABLE in a fight against me you'll have to bring some serius shit to the TABLE visse mennesker kommer ikke til at få tilgivelse hør fuckhoved i mine øjne er du så godt som DØD jeg taler ikke om dig skatter mod dig vil jeg kun være SØD giv mig nået BERSERKERMJØD engang krasede min hund Buller sgu af i mit SKØD den oplevelse ville jeg gerne være FORUDEN nu det tid til at ligge kræfter i at få vendt SKUDEN yoyo man skal ikke altid frygte en åben DØR tænder for charmen så dit hjerte bliver blødt som SMØR du for snart en ordentlig trutter lige på sugekoppen så du skider i bukserne og skoene flyver AF imorgen er en dejlig ny DAG det skide varmt udenfor bare glem JAKKEN nok om SNAKKEN king kong of fucking COPENHAGEN yoyo i skal husk at pas på det i har KÆRT når papa dør kommer han tilbage dobbelt så STÆRK nice little doggy SIT today it's all about being FITT i came back from a very dark PIT imagne if I was a joint take a HIT ya'll shut up while i SPIT old school shit KID!!! Yoyo kendte engang en gut som vi kaldte KAV se en stor grim MOTERSAV lige i dit FJÆS det sgu lang tid siden jeg har fået et godt BLÆS yoyo majoriteten af jer derude tænker sikkert at jeg er BINGELING hver dag skal jeg holde mig selv tilbage fra at gøre rigtig onde TING yoyo en plus fire gir FEM og iøvrigt så du fucking NEM et kæmpe LEM du sendt vil GLEM og bagefter skal jeg nok følge jeg dig HJEM yoyo så det sgu SAGT SMUKKE du kunne være min SEXDUKKE tid til at lukke SAGEN at sidde ned og kigge ind i væggen hele DAGEN jeg vil sgu da også have nået af KAGEN det handler om SMAGEN det sgu SANDT indse at du har tabt og papa han VANDT yoyo hvis du kører 400 på en hayabusa handler det om ikke at STYRTE nogen gange føler jeg en træng til at fucking MYRDE hehe du løber efter en kørende BUS Mmmmhh papa kan lugte våd KUS det sgu DEJLIG du nok frisk og FREJDIG min dejlige SKAT GODNAT sov SØDT knepper dig i søvn og jeg kan godt gøre det BLØDT Yoyo PIV PIV hold pikken STIV det dumt og slå tiden ihjel ved at sidde og gamble med sit eget LIV fuck at være SELVDESTRUKTIV yes det FORSTÅET så tiden sgu GÅET okay allright im DONE but always remember we had good FUN let's sing and DANCE take a CHANCE im gonna hit you so hard on the jaw that your gonna shit your PANT'S get it MAGGET im straight your the fucking FAGGET and im rapping like im B RABBIT yoyo im gonna go piss in that a LAKE your the one who's FAKE a beatyful stripper jumping out a CAKE look dipshit i can handle you with both arms tight behind my BACK SMACK you up real GOOD like I SHOULD GOD DAMN i believe shit has hit the FAN im watching you with a secret CAM this is fucking WHITE BOY SLAM im so tired of fake FRIENDS look dipshit this is where it END'S!!!!
Texas in the house that bun b bumping out trunk knocking its fucking loud necklace shining high on lean ain't coming down this for pimp c hope i make you proud all my diamonds shine im iced out perfect timing right now out in the open I don't hide out ride out with my frame lifted in the lanes shifting I stay tipping spokes out drifting aint much different still lean sipping and bean splitting can be seen driftingwith candy paint dripping straught gifted bright eyed but they stay squinted high off kush my trees minted
*_“What Your Enemies Allow”_* *_“Intro” (_**_0:24_**_)_* *_“Curtains Up” (_**_0:22_**_-_**_1:10_**_)_* *_“Epilogue weapons tossed_* in a little *_reservoir_* First thing I know you hate me so you *_fear me_* Second I do beats that only make *_ears bleed_* Tux *_bowtie_* flower *_gold white,_* Approached you, opera *_show_* Stabed you, violin *_bow_* Been at this all night bloody *_pocket squares,_* As you *_bleed see_* that you’re on the *_docket there_* *_Last dying creed,_* no more *_sad crying needs_* Knowledge *_eclipsed thee,_* last words no just *_ellipses_* Said I’m *_poetic_* and *_pathetic_* We used to paint towns *_black white and yellow,_* *_Jack nights with fellows,_* *_Jackknifed the Benzo,_* Letters *_that lack facts contrite_* yeah *_I send those_* Fams *_mourn_* of *_course_* they hate me *_ten-fold,_* *_PIN given,_* set up in *_Grandma’s name_* Cracked shell companies before the *_law came_* Skimmed off the fundraiser, *_purpose_* final *_curtain play_* You made me *_ditch_* the *_whips_* only *_Lyfts_* to move a *_certain way”_* *_“Chorus group chant” (_**_1:10_**_=_**_1:32_**_)_* “Touches of Forever, come *_Bits and Pieces_* Generations flashbacks how they *_spit on Jesus_* Love Such *_Things,_* cars doomed Diamond *_rings_* *_Pawnin’_* it, you regret that you ever *_flaunted_* it All out *_air the room,_* as *_they play Clare de Lune_* (Gunshots) Double-Agent *_enemies_* leveled the whole *_Embassy_* (It’s on now) Without you I’m Something, and it may be *_foul,_* Without freedom you do What Your Enemies *_Allow”_* *_“Verse” (_**_1:41_**_-_**_2:17_**_)_* “The *_secret_* in your *_eyes, deepens_* the *_disguise_* Always *_methods_* to *_madness_* *_Weapons_* for *_fascists_* Comrades *_sends a kite_* at the *_end of night_* *_Unwell_* but *_in his cell_* Add bribery that’s how he got the *_hidden belt_* Smiled hearing from his *_child mate_* ‘We’re working on saving you from that *_wild hate’_* Laying with roaches and a *_mouse all jaded_* 2nd letter ‘Ayo brodis *_house got raided_* Not his friend not dubbed *_fan mail_* Mailman didn’t check the sent address the *_man failed_* Ops plants guns sent the *_letters_* Garbage man 10k, bags *_leather_* Waited for worse *_weather_* After the kill he gets the belt left this world *_forever_* Through their words ops *_knew_* his son's hospital *_room”_* *_“Chorus group chant” (_**_2:17_**_-_**_2:39_**_)_* “Touches of Forever, come *_Bits and Pieces_* Generations flashbacks how they *_spit on Jesus_* Love Such *_Things,_* cars doomed Diamond *_rings_* *_Pawnin’_* it, you regret that you ever *_flaunted_* it All out *_air the room,_* as *_they play Clare de Lune_* (Gunshots) Double-Agent *_enemies_* leveled the whole *_Embassy_* (It’s on now) Without you I’m Something, and it may be *_foul,_* Without freedom you do What Your Enemies *_Allow”_* *_-KGodWIll_*
My rhyme are intertwinded with time I shine with the Devine with every line ypu always will understand my mind their is no lies or ties I'm divided why kid cause I'm vicious that's what I should been called as a kid I'm not wishing no dishes but thoes meal are delicious
I like to Track but I would have added a violin From the beginning. When you play the music At the beginning of the track Then I will go a bars and an out 6 bars and an out 16 bars and an hour to fill in the gas as a bridge. But that's my opinion
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 an 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 Hundred k 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 forty cal when it come to haters We authentic players not counterfeit Got a six hundred 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 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 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 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 (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 eigty four'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...) From tha land of grain (grain) Candy paint (paint) Eigty four'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 Thirty eights 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 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
Patron and a blunt on Its that time of day im going Out my way to get paid But aint no way it can be a loss I floss after eating her out Lemme teach u some about the south we out of money and have buddy and whitney
Amazing the same Raised with the name Razor blades Raining the pain Amazingly boxing the frame The lock unboxed Frantic looking the same Brooklyn style Unhooking the game Unlock and unlook You unshook the stale unbroken Unshook Under a frame Under the game Brings the same definition Dungeons and pain Thunderous shame Pronouns and verbs slanders and shame Mannequins names Stood still Adequate pray Perquisites pray for the names
How am I supposed to cope? The whole globe is an open joke Can’t even go on the road without a plonker blowing smoke up in my face - like Puffy and Mase, they don’t stop getting the upper hand Amongst all the flack I’m asking the Son of Man not to hold the sins against them, at the same time let me reprimand them if necessary by sending lectures at them Be independent like Taiwan from China A foreign warrior, with the eye of a tiger Bible in my binder - and as I dally through the alleys through the industrial wharfs Having a latte in the café as commuters stop Hoping to chat over some snacks with the loveliest tarts without being hacked by their hustler mobs the same way that Stephen got himself a beating from multiple Jewish heathens being put off by all their preaching in the book of Acts 7 - all I’m asking the crooks and gang veterans is to just have a butcher’s at the facts they’re given
Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y yo sé por qué me quieren manga Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y yo sé por qué me quieren manga Yo soy sexy, cotorra pide mami tengo to-yo Tengo la apariencia jevi de un morenon-no Tengo la pasola ni el carro ni el cadenon-no Pero tengo algo vivo lejo tu ta cloro Siempre a lo fucker en mi bicicleta chopper Uno rebook clasico un t-shirt de foot locker Corro con 70 serruchando pa un pote Y killao con la menores que no quieren usar kotex Afro gelatina y uno tennis con sicote No folse con lapiz para que el no te derrote Como los sureños, el tipo lo hace a pote Vete pol la sombra pa que no coja un rebote tu Ta claro de mi palomo quitate del medio No toy relajando yo te estoy hablando en serio Que yo fumo para nadie es un misterio Manso talzan pa no darte un cementerio Menores por vaga, los mina contra-ataka Barrio calenton si te pasa se te atraca Cara de palomo corazón que no la maca No fumo haraka, descansando en la hamaka Yo tengo la cotorra pa que toa tu gente corra Visto original de los tennis a ta la gorra Pa'l lapiz no hay borra, me robo tus zorras Si te convierte en un pie, yo me convierto en mazamorra Vengo en desafine, a romperte fue que vine No te hablo de sexo pa que tú te lo imagines Bro, mejor ni opine, conmigo no adivine Se van a demayar cuando me vean en el cine Me gutan lo jeanes, con grande fugine Con un microphone, yo rompi lo record gines Dile el que te diga que el lapi no eh de nah Que deje de llamame, que con el no voa grabar no Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga Ella a mí me dice que quiere salir conmigo Pero ella me dijo que su papi era un lío La invité pa'l cine, primero me puse happy Cuando fui donde su papi era loco con el lapi Me dijo MI HIJO y yo le dije DON PA DONDE EH QUE USTEDES VAN y yo le dije pa'l helado bon Fuimo al malecon, tripiamo un paqueton Ella es una mami y yo soy tigueron No tengo que montarte pila, tú ta claro de mi Si tu fuera un indio entonces yo fuera tu semi Con carolina, tatiana y con denni, con mi socio nino Con mi pana algeni, dani y con nayeli, marino con la jenny Con pinta to mi con uno tenni de donde veni No me tenga pena que tú no ere cantante Tú ere la modelo y yo soy el traficante Soy elegante, tengo lo contacto Tú te ve jevi con tu lente de contacto Vamo aza mano pero vamono pa'l bal Te quiero invital para un hermoso lugal Llamado tamajal con vista frente al mal Te quiero retal y tú me quiere derrotal eh Mami chula mira traigo una botella de wicky Imagina que yo soy clinton y tu monica lewisky Tú mi nillo nicky, ricon como ricky Si tu pantalon se dana dale wicky wicky Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga Todas las menores a mí quieren mangarme Y no sé por qué me quieren manga A mi socio el cun, lo quieren manga Al tosico, lo quieren manga Al fai, lo quieren manguea Mister fei, lo quieren manga Al g-magno, lo quieren manga Al bake, lo quieren manga A JF, lo quieren manga A la gua-gua también lo quieren manga A jonel, lo quieren manguear A po pon pon pon, lo quieren manga A la via, lo quieren manga A nieve, la quieren manga A niurka, no la pueden manga A mi abuela, no la quieren manga A beltran, no la quieren manga Cuídate de ella, que te quieren manga A lolo J, lo quieren manga
lyrics h town its in my blood i dont talk to much i still chill around with my nigas eating papados for lunch im smoking up a back wood i pay my primas to roll up i be at the galaria holding some
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Alejandro - Chunk Up The Deuce - Lil Keke Feat Bun B & Paul Wall [Produced By Salih Williams] [Directed By Dr. Teeth] [Year: 2006] [Album: The Chronicles, Vol. 1]
