Letras:
Young Deuce

(Chorus) I apologize if I'm not doing everything that you got in mind But if you get it through your head that I'm out of mind Then maybe you could understand

[chourse] comeeee and stayyy the nighhhhttt i willl treat youu righttttt lay yo bodyyy downnn just dont make a sound girllll i love you soooo i wont let

YOU RIGHT THEARE SLOW DANCE AND GRIND ALL OVA ME WHILE I HIT IT FROM DA BACK AND GRAB YO HAIR THIS AINT MISSEZ AND PIMP C THIS BE YA BOY YOUNG DUCE

he lived. For this daring young star Met his death while in his car No one knows the reason why Screaming tire, flashing fire And gone was this young star Oh how could they let him die Still a young

Katana's You, me, and ooh-wee marijuana Then slide through Hyde, might include Mood Maybe go to Area, if it's in the area The Friday's young, try things

dancer I don't know nothing but bitches and gettin money Blood gang kill a nigga in public Young Tunechi Shoot a nigga ass up then it's Deuces Head shots

at 15, scared as hell I took 30 off a pack and made them sales As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose

'Lac leaning to the side 24s gleaming, sitting up high? Ride and won't die but you young bitch Spit words so fly, get you sprung, bitch Young Slick,

in his mouth, (uh-huh!) deuce deuce in his boot Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace then: "Oh, Lord! " Have a young nigga bucking shit like