DJ Screw — Servin A Deuce

[Intro] "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." [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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