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Woodwheel
Lyricist:J Bido, Chad L. Butler, Bettye Jean Crutcher, Bernard James Freeman
Uh, whut? (Hehe) Smoke somethin', bitch Smoke somethin'
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
Pro smoke, pro choke Anti-broke, conservative liberal Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin' In criminal court, it's civil In the middle of reality Unsolved mysteries 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
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
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
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' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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
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
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
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
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?
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
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