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Letra 'Wood Wheel'

[Pimp C:]
Uh...whuuuut (hehe)
Smoke somethin , bitch...smoke somethin ...

[Pimp C:]
I m up early cause my nigga
Don t sell dope after night time.
Love choppin blades, rollin hooptie
N move the dope through the pipeline
Pimp C, bitch...holla at yo bitch,
Now yo bitch on my team;
Got her buyin us sticky green
Lace some with promythazine
Candy sweets, a candy bitch,
You lookin at a candy boy.
I done came down Main and popped trunk;
Hit the switch on my candy toy.
We all young ghetto boyz,
That s why we act this way.
Tryin to see a million dollars,
Hopin these niggas don t blast today.

[Bun B:]
Pro smoke, pro choke,
Anti-broke, conservative liberal
Left-wing slangin , right-wing hangin
In criminal court, it s civil.
In the middle of re-al-it-y
Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,
Knockin over fat cats,
And gettin my thoughts off bits and kibbles.
On note pads I scribble,
Write rippers that ll make you think.
Snap so hard it ll break your synchronicity,
Fuck it, take it, trick,
I fake it...blink n poof
We disappearin into a shroud of dozier
Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger s
But, bitch, I tried to told ya...

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Rollin Seville (rollin Seville),
Grippin my steal (grippin my steal),
My Tahoe real, man, I m workin wood wheel.
Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Countin up my scrill, bitch, I m workin wood wheel.
Nigga, how you feel (nigga, how you feel),
I feel so trill (I feel so trill),
Might pop me a pill, bitch, I m workin wood wheel.
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Marijuana fields (marijuana fields),
Grippin my steal, bitch, I m workin wood wheel.

[Bun B:]
They tellin me, "Bun don t go there"
But, man, I just gots to bring it.
These niggas, they wanna hate on that Texas,
But scared to sing it.
They don t know what that star bout
They don t know what that bar bout
They don t know what that candy car bout
Or smokin that joint bout.
All they know is what the fuck I tell em
Or what the fuck we sell em
Smokin Swishers, wood grain,
And leavin stains on cerebellums.
Rebellum, propell em, gel em
From P.A. to Deep Ellum.
Tell em I tol em
Wrote em, fuck it, phone em
To hell to heaven.

[Pimp C:]
I just spent 60 G s
On a brand new Eldo-reeze:
Black-on-black, drop top lac;
Northstar fifth wheel on back.
Sometimes I feel like Lil Ke
When my trunk steady hummin
Had to leave my bitch
Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman.
I love my wood wheel Grant,
84 Cadillacs that slant,
Slowed-down Screw tapes that knock,
Blowin on Green private stock.
Bitch, I don t eat hamhocks,
Try 20-ounce Angus beef.
Hangin with young niggas, that pack big triggas,
N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill),
Candy Seville (candy Seville),
Might pop a pill, bitch, I m workin wood wheel (workin wood wheel).
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Flexin mils (flexin mils),
Countin up my scrill, bitch, I m workin wood wheel.
Comin down so trill (comin down so trill),
Nigga, how you feel (Nigga, how you feel)?
Might pop a pill, bitch, I m workin wood wheel.
Grippin the steal (grippin the steal),
Nigga, I m so real (Nigga, I m so real).
Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I m workin wood wheel.

[Bun B:]
Smokin on bionic, ubonic chronic...it s so ironic.
Sippin gin and tonic: supersonic like Johnny Mneumonic.
We crash your party, piss on your parade,
Sip syrup like it s Lemonade
From Paris to the Palasades to the Prominade.
Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it s plain as day.
That s the game we came to play,
It don t change, ain t a thang to say.

[Pimp C:]
It s goin down in the H-Town,
Young playa from the South bout to blaze a pound;
Tryin to find me a bopp with some good mouth...
I know you freaky bitches know what I m talkin bout.
Ain t got no time to play, girl;
Let me get a little throwed off some good skunk.
Bitch, didn t you know who the fuck I was,
Off in the street, lookin for the good stuff?
Bitch, I don t give a fuck about yo man, so
Bitch tryin to fuck fast, I ma fuck slow.
How the fuck you re gonna out-fuck James, ho?
Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go.

[Bun B:]
Gettin ready fo ...head doctors, show shockers, body rockers,
Late-night do knockers...
Gotta break us off big pimpin , baby, we ho clockers,
Bitch bosses, takin no losses, best go ask aks Lil Wee-wee.
Baby brother, Sweet James Jones: guerilla pimpin at its finest.
Leavin haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us...

[Pimp C:]
Touched like Midas, these bitch-ass niggas they study and bite us.
Couldn t not recite us, come to our show,
And bitch niggas try to fight us.
Ho niggas scream and talk, trill niggas bust and leave...
How the fuck you re gonna go to war
When you bitch-ass niggas ain t got no cheese?

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Blowin big kill (blowin big kill),
Million-dollar deals (million-dollar deals),
Nigga, I m so trill, bitch, I m workin wood wheel...

Uh...puttin down one time for the king, Lil J
Smoke somethin , bitch.