Duece’s & Trae’s Trae tha Truth (Ft. Big Pokey, Bun B & Young Buck)

[Young Buck:]
Yeah man
I'm so, I'm so Texas right now man

[Hook samples "3 Kings" of Bun B Verse:]
Dueces and Ya Traes
Throw up... throw up... throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes
Throw up... throw-throw up... throw up-throw up ya dueces and ya traes
Throw up... throw up... throw up throw up throw up ya dueces and ya traes
Dueces and ya traes, dueces-dueces and ya traes
If ya miss Pimp C, throw up ya dueces and ya traes

[Trae:]
They say now the city is back it's something strange
Starch post sitting caught under something ya couldn't name
Dranking off inside the Range seats same color cocaine
With a chopper who understanding it's nothing something insane
Picture this whip flipping glass imitating aerobics
Panel rally roof this bitch in the back of me claustrophobic
Niggas pussy in my book tell em that was already noted
The crown is mine and sign the Houston the city already wrote it
I'm gladder than a jungle where other niggas get nervous
Designated in sewers where cellular's don't get service
Thankin house of where smokers the only place you can purchase
And such a put in the trap where the workers see through the service packs
Was never social all I know is my pen and my pad
I'm on the phone with momma C reminiscing too Chad
These niggas never get the picture they vision is bad
Nigga the truth is here only the [?] can question ya had