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[feat. Young Buck & Big Pokey] [Young Buck:] Yeah man I'm so, I'm so Texas right now man [Hook samples "3 Kings" of Bun B Verse:] Dueces and Ya Traes Throw up... throw up... throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes Throw up... throw-throw up... throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes Throw up... throw up... throw up throw up throw up ya dueces and ya traes Dueces and ya traes, dueces-dueces and ya traes If ya miss Pimp C, throw up ya dueces and ya traes [Trae:] They say now the city is back it's something strange Starch post sitting caught under something ya couldn't name Dranking off inside the Range seats same color cocaine With a chopper who understanding it's nothing something insane Picture this whip flipping glass imitating aerobics Panel rally roof this bitch in the back of me claustrophobic Niggas pussy in my book tell em that was already noted The crown is mine and sign the Houston the city already wrote it I'm gladder than a jungle where other niggas get nervous Designated in sewers where cellular's don't get service Thankin house of where smokers the only place you can purchase SongtexteAnd such a put in the trap where the workers see through the service packs Was never social all I know is my pen and my pad I'm on the phone with momma C reminiscing too Chad These niggas never get the picture they vision is bad Nigga the truth is here only the [?] can question ya had [Talks over Hook: Young Buck] Trae what it do big homie? Y'all know how this go right Real recognize real mayne [Laughs] The truth hurr! But the real shall live in the... Brother from another mother And what that mean if you don't stand for sumthin then you goin fall for anything As I walk in these stars jean Pop my trunk to make they cars lean The hood got bissar things like Rated-R screens So my parental adviser into the youth is the truth And back it up with proof Don't nobody know what's happening till it's happening to you Now they askin you what's happening cause it's happening to them too Them gone ain't too many niggas ridin' but I'm drivin' Way Park I got Bun in the passenger Trae let's pull up in they yard I'm not askin for space bitches I'm a go hard Now when your swangers stick out far they'll help you bo-gar Dueces and Traes, twist ya fingaz throw em up to God Watch this Cashville nigga as I lead the four stars Yeah you see me oil spill niggas, BP I got Texas ways put dueces and ya traes Yeah [Hook] [Big Pokey:] Throw them dueces up and the traes too On the duece-dueces up and them K's too I don't play fool all this cash I'm stackin' Assualt rifled up bitch like I'm mad Iraq They say if a nigga fall on ya he'll roll on ya You blessed and try'na progress he'll prolong ya Best thang for a hater keep him out my reach Cause Sensei he'll fade a nigga like a bottle of bleach Scott Blocc in this bitch and it's on and poppin' Straight drop in this bitch nigga zones is lockin' My banger is black, the swaggers are turning If I catch him playin games this banger will burn him Yeah I'm hard on a chick, I mash on em In this Spurg gettin head countin cash on em Crock-woollier till the winter yet we play to win Mob style Cashville nigga ABN [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania