Wood Wheel-UGK

[Pimp C:] Uh...whuuuut (hehe) Smoke somethin＇, b**ch...smoke somethin＇... [Pimp C:] I＇m up early ＇cause my ni**a Don＇t sell d**e after night time. Love choppin＇ blades, rollin＇ hooptie ＇N move the d**e through the pipeline Pimp C, b**ch...holla at yo＇ b**ch, Now yo＇ b**ch on my team; Got her buyin＇ us sticky green Lace some with promythazine Candy sweets, a candy b**ch, 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 *s 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, F**k 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, b**ch, 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, b**ch, I＇m workin＇ wood wheel. Ni**a, how you feel (ni**a, how you feel), I feel so trill (I feel so trill), Might pop me a pill, b**ch, I＇m workin＇ wood wheel. House on the hill (house on the hill), Marijuana fields (marijuana fields), Grippin＇ my steal, b**ch, I＇m workin＇ wood wheel. [Bun B:] They tellin＇ me, ＂Bun don＇t go there＂ But, man, I just gots to bring it. These *s, 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**k I tell ＇em Or what the f**k 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**k 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 b**ch ＇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. B**ch, I don＇t eat hamhocks, Try 20-ounce Angus beef. Hangin＇ with young *s, that pack big triggas, ＇N got big-a** diamonds off in they teeth. [Chorus: Pimp C] Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill), Candy Seville (candy Seville), Might pop a pill, b**ch, I＇m workin＇ wood wheel (workin＇ wood wheel). House on the hill (house on the hill), Flexin＇ mils (flexin＇ mils), Countin＇ up my scrill, b**ch, I＇m workin＇ wood wheel. Comin＇ down so trill (comin＇ down so trill), Ni**a, how you feel (Ni**a, how you feel)? Might pop a pill, b**ch, I＇m workin＇ wood wheel. Grippin＇ the steal (grippin＇ the steal), Ni**a, I＇m so real (Ni**a, I＇m so real). B**ch, how you feel? Ni**a, 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 b**ches 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**ch, didn＇t you know who the f**k I was, Off in the street, lookin＇ for the good stuff? B**ch, I don＇t give a f**k about yo＇ man, so B**ch tryin＇ to f**k fast, I＇ma f**k slow. How the f**k you＇re gonna out-f**k 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, B**ch 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 b**ch-a** *s they study and bite us. Couldn＇t not recite us, come to our show, And b**ch *s try to fight us. Ho *s scream and talk, trill *s bust and leave... How the f**k you＇re gonna go to war When you b**ch-a** *s ain＇t got no cheese? [Chorus: Pimp C] Blowin＇ big kill (blowin＇ big kill), Million-dollar deals (million-dollar deals), Ni**a, I＇m so trill, b**ch, I＇m workin＇ wood wheel... Uh...puttin＇ down one time for the king, Lil＇ J Smoke somethin＇, b**ch.