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wood wheel - pimp c lyrics

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uh, what?
smoke somethin’ b-tch
smoke somethin’

i’m up early ’cause my n-gga
don’t sell dope after night time
love choppin’ blades, rollin’ hooptie
‘n move the dope through the pipeline

pimp c b-tch, holla at yo’ b-tch
now yo’ b-tch on my team
got her buyin’ us sticky green
lace some with promythazine

candy sweets, a candy b-tch
you lookin’ at a candy boy
i done came down maine and popped trunk
hit the switch on my candy toy

we all young ghetto boys
that’s why we act this way
tryin’ to see a million dollars
hopin’ these n-ggas 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
f-ck it, take it, trick

i fake it, blink ‘n poof
we disappearin’ into a shroud of dozier
cloud composures, all-nighters like folgers
but b-tch i tried to told ya

rollin’ seville
grippin’ my steal
my tahoe real
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

sedan deville
house on the hill
countin’ up my scrill
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

n-gga, how you feel
i feel so trill
might pop me a pill
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

house on the hill
marijuana fields
grippin’ my steal
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

they tellin’ me, “bun don’t go there”
but man i just gots to bring it
these n-ggas 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 f-ck i tell ’em
or what the f-ck 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, f-ck it, phone ’em, to h-ll to heaven

i just spent 60 g’s
on a brand new eldoreze
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 b-tch
’cause i fell in love with my chrome-plated woman

i love my wood wheel grant
’84 cadillacâ€™s that slant
slowed down screw tapes that knock
blowin’ on green private stock

b-tch, i don’t eat hamhocks
try 20 ounce angus beef
hangin’ with young n-ggas, that pack big triggers
‘n got big–ss diamonds off in they t–th

fifth wheel and grill
candy seville
might pop a pill
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

house on the hill
flexin’ mils
countin’ up my scrill
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

comin’ down so trill
n-gga, how you feel?
might pop a pill
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

grippin’ the steal
n-gga, i’m so real
b-tch, how you feel?
n-gga, i’m workin’ wood wheel

smokin’ on bionic, ubonic chronic, it’s so ironic
sippin’ gin and tonic, supersonic like johnny pneumonic
we crash your party, p-ss on your parade
sip syrup like it’s lemonade

from paris to the palisades to the promenade
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 b-tches know what i’m talkin’ ’bout

ain’t got no time to play, girl
let me get a little throwed off some good skunk
b-tch, didn’t you know who the f-ck i was
off in the street, lookin’ for the good stuff?

b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck about yo’ man, so
b-tch, tryin’ to f-ck fast, i’ma f-ck slow
how the f-ck you’re gonna out-f-ck james, hoe?
like teddy pendergr-ss, 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 hoe clockers

b-tch bosses, takin’ no losses
best go ask lil’ wee-wee
band i t, joe, and cracka
danja ray, how ’bout big pee wee?

baby brother, sweet james jones
guerilla pimpin’ at its finest
leavin’ haters and ho-hustlers
behind us, rewind us

touched like midas
these b-tch -ss n-ggas they study and bite us
couldn’t not recite us, come to our show
and b-tch n-ggas try to fight us

hoe n-ggas scream and talk
trill n-ggas bust and leave
how the f-ck you’re gonna go to war
when you b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t got no cheese?

blowin’ big k!ll
million dollar deals
n-gga, i’m so trill
b-tch, i’m workin’ wood wheel

uh, puttin’ down one time
for the king lil’ j
smoke somethin’ b-tch

- pimp c lyrics

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