Wood Wheel

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'
 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