Chords for Lil' Keke - Chunk Up The Deuce

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[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m]
I chunk up the juice for the salt and the note.
[B] [F#m] Boys talking dollar, them boys wanna [C#m] hate.
I chunk up the juice for the salt and the [G#] note.
Boys talking dollar, don't make me pour I got the [C#m] tropic.
I chunk up the juice for the salt and the [G#m] note.
[F#m] Boys talkin' down, I leave them on the streets [C#m] dead
I chunk up the deuce for the soak and the [E] note
Boys talkin' down, I got them diamonds in my moat
Well it's that grain gripper from Houston checks that bars it
[G] But it bar no plex, [N] I'm straight up outta that Swisher house
Where G'd ass, write all the checks, so check your neck
Check the wrist, I'm ballin' status [C#m] from head to toe
My jewelry shop sell more grills than George Foreman
Baby now you know, that ain't an 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 snow cone, that's my rank
That ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup, I stay sippin' that paper law
[G#] I stay flippin' the slab on foes
Cause I'm a hustler [A] till I'm in the soil
My wrist game is one of a kind, Petty [D#] Philippe work for 100K
My work schedule [C#m] out on the block
It's match out night and drined out day
No 401K for a hustler, just bleed the block and stack that paper
MOB when it come [N] to hoes and a 40 Cal when it come to haters
We authentic players not counterfeit
Got a 600 Benz with a fog kit
[A] Got hoes that the HK turn the tricks
Out running the track tryna make me rich
I'm too legit to quit stacking up that paper till I'm gone
So I'ma be working with Will and catching [F#] splinters
Riding [C#m] 20 inches up better than a prawn
I chunk up the juice for the south and the north
[F#m] Boys talking dollar and boys wanna [C#m] hate
I chunk up the juice for the south [G#] and the north
Boys talking dollar make me crawl out the [C#m] chopper
I chunk up the juice for the south [B] and the north
Boys talking dollar [F#m] leave them homeless streets [C#m] dead
I chunk up the juice for the south and the north
[C#] Boys talking dollar I got them diamonds in my mouth _
Houston Techs got the streets burning
Popping seals with them foes turning
Rookie boys they still [G#] learning
Losing cash I'm still earning
Get my bread while I shake the fed
[C#m] Keep them dimes in and out my bed
Jump in the drive kick a bird to the top
And let them buy old handy red
Leather seats with that wood eye
They don't know what my hood buy
Trying to take the young guns spot
I'm platinum bound and still hot
Haters off [F#] in my mix again
[A#] Pimping broads plus pimping pens
Multiplying I got a win
Keep that ice you can clear then
Out the roofs still chunking juice
Rock slab and hopping juice
Diamond grill with plenty skills
[C#] Just pass the mic and I let it loose
Independence still chasing bucks
22's on Porsche trucks
Model chicks with them big old butts
Killer plans with them [G#m] big old nuts
Hit the club with my game tight
[G#] Hose bopping my fame right
Did a thing the same night
Boys talking it's all hype
Cut the check when I run my mouth
[A] Roll the green like I'm playing golf
Texas boys be going off
[C#m] Representing the north and south
I chunk up the juice for the south and the north
[G#] Boys talking dollar and boys wanna [C#m] hate
I chunk up the juice for the south [G#] and the north
Boys talking dollar make me crawl out the [C#m] chopper
I chunk up the juice for the south and the north
[F#m] Boys talking dollar leave them on the streets [C#m] dead
I chunk up the juice for the south and the [C#] north
Boys talking dollar I got them diamonds in my mouth
I'm from Port, Arkansas
Just represented till [G#] I'm dead
Pimping almost died in the 80's
Boys was dead
Bitches was on crack and [G] the legs [C#m] wasn't rolling
But the game done been revived
Cause now the south side is holding
I can stay at [N] stolen
What do we do with all the past
I'm hanging 84 for real
With CV jumping up out the jazz
Pistol in [A] the stash
Even though I'm on parole
Nigga try me with [Bm] that
Fuck your bitch [C#m] I leave your body cold
From the land of grain
Take your pain pain
[G#] 84's in the corner grill
This Texas baby [F#m] Baby south
P-A-T
You made me real
We back [C#m] in case Desert East
T-A-R-S and them 38's
We serving nothing but China white
Playing weed on that dirty weight
Big fun beater
Hold it down
Rip the town to the billets
Let it be on the mic
[N] Or in them streets busting them billets
Don't pull it with me
I'm gonna pull it on you and leave you ventilated
UGK is back on the [C#m] block
And you marks us in the hater
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
[F#m] Bars talking dollar
And bars known to [C#m] hate
I chunk up the deuce for the south [G#] and the north
Bars talking dollar
Don't make me draw up like the [C#m] tropics
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the [F#m] north
Bars talking dollar
Leave them on the [C#m] streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the south and the north
Bars talking dollar
I got them diamonds in my mouth