Übersetzung: Black 47. Forty-Deuce.
I'm the shit Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do) [Paul Wall] It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin
face like Spongebob Watched his face when he aced, the place got quiet Bowled like twenty forty times, my arm got tired Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce
them gators Riding around, with the top down, heat in the lap Stay balling, with the plush leather seats in the back Down in Houston, sidding sideways, chucking the deuce
If the shoe fit, then your foot in my timb Masked up, hoodies and gems, I couldn't defend Your title small, a deuce-deuce next to a rifle The hackle'll
m gonna walk from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home In the village just illin with a forty
Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans Now I'm chillin on tour with the redhead wonder Do 57 shows in a three month summer Any deuce
and light yo ass up So if the funk is on you betta be strapped Cuz you'll be bitin the nine once again black Call me agent double O deuce four I got
: [First Verse] Once again it's that nigga from the deuce four Fuck the sicc, it's time to get with this hardcore It's Sac-Town's most Wanted, X-muthafuckin
a hot summer's day It's me and Erick Sermon and, Keith Mur-ray A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of CURSIN Forty-five automatic on my person Yo
It's the L.B. to the C. with the G-funk crew Ooh What would you do when we do What we do when we sipping on the brew Grab the deuce deuce or a forty-ounce
a time for me was no joke though They knew I was crazy, so they labelled me Loco Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty Low ridin and tossin up a forty
Straight lose it, love two things my family, my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce
rag Take my line and go fishin' for a Tuesday Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons Couldn't find any
feet, let me say this I kick ass like I'm bruise lot And let me squash this shit: real niggas do die Give it to me, baby, let me show you what that deuce
glassy shit I hug the block like a quart of water Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter Till like deuce in the mornin', with the
getting jacked for his new deuces Or slapped toothless, ya doin' what cha doin' So what you got a Forty Cal, I got a Forty Cal Plus another Forty Cal
