Letras:
Forty Deuce

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

wanna know The girlie was Def and she wanted to go I think her name is Lucy but they all call Loose I think I thought I seen her on eighth and forty-deuce

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

] Yo yo I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo Gold hands

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

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

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

let us hang with you Hangin' in the hood, just shootin' the breeze My partners on the cut smokin' swisher sweets Trippin' on the hoochies, rollin' by in they rides Guzzlin' up a forty

Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce