Servin A Deuce - DJ Screw, 20-2-Life

«Oh, what up fool!

What’s up blue baby where you been fool?»

«Man, chillin' fool, locked down.»

«Oh man, fo real man?

You been gone for like years man.»

«Yeah, I’m just chilling boy, glad to be out there boy, tellin' ya.»

«Locked down?

*TCCH* Aw man, tell your boy what happened, fool.»

Well I made parole, glad to get the fuck out that hole

I got my shoestring belt clothes and go

I pop in the fat track that dope made

I’m on my way to hit Mike for the tight fade

But damn South Park sure look strange

Twenty four months since a nigga caught that change

Straight lockdown in TDC

But now I’m coolin' with that SPC

Cuz uh, that black be back on them streets

Fuck selling crack I’m just straight waxing beats

I hit the bump, I drink a brew, I got faded

But niggas say that McGregor got raided

So I gotta get out and find a club that’s pumpin'

Ricky Crick had said Boomerang be jumpin'

I’m glad I’m out, I did two, now I’m through

I’m back on them streets after serving a deuce

Well, I’m back on them streets, gotta make some ends

After serving a deuce

I’m still a hustler from inside my soul

After serving a deuce

(Serving a deuce)

After twenty four months I’m back on the streets and I swear it’s

Fucked up being stuffed up in Harris

County Jail where the browns don’t fit tight

House hoes think I couldn’t sit down and shit right

Back to doin' things like a real OG should

That nigga Woods pumpin' goods through the hood

I called my bitch a nigga answered her phone

Come to find out she’s turnin' tricks while I was gone

But a bitch is a hoe it ain’t no big deal

But now deez niggas rollin' parks with the 5th wheels

We chrome grillin', niggas just chillin'

A philly blunt with the chronic’d up fillin'

Crown Royal in the cup with some Coke

5−0's thinkin' I’m fallin' for the Okey-Doke

Well I’m the dick so I roll with the blunts

I’m back on them streets after twenty four months

Well, I’m back on them streets, gotta make some ends

After serving a deuce

I stayed a hustler from inside my soul

After serving a deuce (When I was serving a deuce)

(Serving a deuce)

Fresh out the clink and I’m rollin'

A '94 Explorer with the leather, low vault, not stolen

Now I’m rollin' down the ave just flippin'

Gotta take the rims to the shop to get 'em clipped in

The chrome bit so you can see your reflection

9 double M in the stash for my protection

In case a nigga wanna try to jack, black

Two year bid but I ain’t scared to go back

Marvin Gaye’s greatest hits on a disk

Can he fade on the chrome?

I gotta piss

I’m gearing up to get it on with my niggas though

My killer hoe said before black buck a hole

Bitches lookin' as I role through the hood

Two years have passed since they seen that nigga Woods

Another hit from the blunt 'fore a brew

But I’m back on them streets after serving a deuce

Well, I’m back on them streets, gotta make some ends

After serving a deuce

(Oh oh oh) I’m still a hustler from inside my soul

They happy serving a deuce (and serving a deuce)

I got caught up, that’s what it was

Happy serving a deuce

I’m still a hustler from inside my soul, yeah

Had me serving a deuce, serving a deuce

Aw ya ya