Pimp C - Wood wheel lyrics
[Pimp C - Wood wheel lyrics]
Uh, what? 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 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 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 bit's 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 folgers
But bitch I tried to told ya
Rollin' Seville grippin' my steal
My Tahoe real bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Sedan DeVille house on the hill
Countin' up my scrill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel i feel so trill
Might pop me a pill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill 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 PA 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 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 bitch 'Cause, I fell in love
With my chrome-plated woman
I love my wood wheel Grant
'84 Cadillac’s 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 triggers
'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth
Fifth wheel and grill candy Seville
Might pop a pill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill flexin' mils
Countin' up my scrill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Comin' down so trill nigga, how you feel?
Might pop a pill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Grippin' the steal 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 Pneumonic
We crash your party, piss 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 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
Hoe?
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 hoe clockers
Bitch 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 it's 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
Hoe 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 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
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 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 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 bit's 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 folgers
But bitch I tried to told ya
Rollin' Seville grippin' my steal
My Tahoe real bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Sedan DeVille house on the hill
Countin' up my scrill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel i feel so trill
Might pop me a pill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill 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 PA 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 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 bitch 'Cause, I fell in love
With my chrome-plated woman
I love my wood wheel Grant
'84 Cadillac’s 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 triggers
'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth
Fifth wheel and grill candy Seville
Might pop a pill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill flexin' mils
Countin' up my scrill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Comin' down so trill nigga, how you feel?
Might pop a pill
Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Grippin' the steal 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 Pneumonic
We crash your party, piss 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 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
Hoe?
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 hoe clockers
Bitch 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 it's 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
Hoe 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 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