Deuce:
Yeah, 9 lives!

Truth:
California, Hollyhood got the liquor feelin' good
Cali bud light it up
Get your money that's what's up
Ya that's me from the streets in the car with my heat
What you need?
V-I who, V-I what, you with me

Chorus x2: Deuce
Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back
Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass
I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded
And baby momma if you want it we can make it

Truth:
Just close your eyes completely shut
Open your eyes and face The Truth
Marinate facts observe the scene
GML respect the roots
Money, money I get it, get it
Hustle hard no lookin' back
Shake them haters that's for real
Make some moves and watch me stack
I'm hood baby can't you tell
Hollywood fuck Glendale
Oh well I went to jail
Guess what, Deuce got bail
9 lives off my chain
I'm coo coo, so insane
Mona Lisa, perfect picture
Got beef my pistol get you
Chuck Taylors, white T's, low riders, man please
Back up off me you fuckin' chump
Turn this up and let it bump
Ruthless cats on my team
Nightmare, I'm in your dream
You're the crop I'm the cream
I'm the hustler you're the fiend
Back it up, shake that ass
Me and Deuce no need to ask
He gone crazy lost his mask
I gone crazy and got his back
Lights on, lights off
It's about to spark off
Flow is so heavy it'll knock your socks off

Chorus x2: Deuce
Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back
Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass
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And baby momma if you want it we can make it

Deuce:
This shit's so easy
You see me, you can't believe that it's me
Oh my God, he's in all my dreams
Oh my God, you know how to sing
Oh my God, it's you is this real?
Ya you see me sittin' and drinkin'
You see me sittin', I'm thinkin' she thinks I'm easy
Believe me when she comes home there's no teasin'
And there's no speakin', ya feel me?
She wants to fuck with no rubber and she go think I'm a love her
Bitch better stay in the covers 'cause we ain't gotta be lovers
Just take your pants off and cuddle
Don't call your man cause it's trouble,
If he comes back I'm a shovel a hole so deep in my yard
I'll let him sleep with the sharks, fishes
So don't be alarmed when I take the keys to your car
Wa we ain't gotta be buddies or hug inside of no club
We ain't gotta make nothin public, so fuck it
'Cause next week I'll be havin' models and bottles inside my one room apartment
That's when this shit gets retarded
And bitches start seein' doubles of me and wake up in trouble with me
'She's only 17 man! '
That's when they call the police

Chorus x2: Deuce
Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back
Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass
I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded
And baby momma if you want it we can make it

Truth:
Oohhhh, I'm back, The Truth, that's that
I'm a star like Terry O, short bus retarded flow
Want the money plus the fame, run rap mando
I'm fast, faster than a honey mustard lambo movin' through an open road
Worldwide, around the globe
What's the streets without the code?
Escobar without the blow
Jiberjaber yip yap
Competition where you at?
All you suckers I don't slack
Got a problem, do the math

Chorus: Deuce
Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back
Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass
I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded
And baby momma if you want it we can make it