Wood Wheel

(album: Dirty Money - 2001)

[Pimp C:]
Uh...whuuuut (hehe)
Smoke something, bitch...smoke something...

[Pimp C:]
I'm up early 'cause my nigga
Don't sell dope after night time.
Love chopping blades, rolling hooptie
'N move the dope through the pipeline
Pimp C, bitch...holla at yo' bitch,
Now yo' bitch on my team;
Got her buying us sticky green
Lace some with promythazine
Candy sweets, a candy bitch,
You looking 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.
Trying to see a million dollars,
Hoping these niggas don't blast today.

[Bun B:]
Pro smoke, pro choke,
Anti-broke, conservative liberal
Left-wing slanging, right-wing hanging
In criminal court, it's civil.
In the middle of re-al-it-y
Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,
Knocking over fat cats,
And getting 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 disappearing into a shroud of dozier
Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's
But, bitch, I tried to told ya...

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Rolling Seville (rolling Seville),
Gripping my steal (gripping my steal),
My Tahoe real, man, I'm working wood wheel.
Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Counting up my scrill, bitch, I'm working 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 working wood wheel.
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Marijuana fields (marijuana fields),
Gripping my steal, bitch, I'm working wood wheel.

[Bun B:]
They telling 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 smoking that joint 'bout.
All they know is what the fuck I tell 'em
Or what the fuck we sell 'em
Smoking Swishers, wood grain,
And leaving 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.

[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 humming
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,
Blowing on Green private stock.
Bitch, I don't eat hamhocks,
Try 20-ounce Angus beef.
Hanging with young niggas, that pack big triggas,
'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth.

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill),
Candy Seville (candy Seville),
Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm working wood wheel (working wood wheel).
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Flexing mils (flexing mils),
Counting up my scrill, bitch, I'm working wood wheel.
Coming down so trill (coming down so trill),
Nigga, how you feel (Nigga, how you feel)?
Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm working wood wheel.
Gripping the steal (gripping the steal),
Nigga, I'm so real (Nigga, I'm so real).
Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm working wood wheel.

[Bun B:]
Smoking on bionic, ubonic chronic...it's so ironic.
Sipping 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 going down in the H-Town,
Young playa from the South 'bout to blaze a pound;
Trying to find me a bopp with some good mouth...
I know you freaky bitches know what I'm talking '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, looking for the good stuff?
Bitch, I don't give a fuck about yo' man, so
Bitch trying 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.

[Bun B:]
Getting ready fo'...head doctors, show shockers, body rockers,
Late-night do' knockers...
Gotta break us off big pimping, baby, we ho clockers,
Bitch bosses, taking no losses, best go ask aks Lil' Wee-wee.
Baby brother, Sweet James Jones: guerilla pimping at its finest.
Leaving haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us...

[Pimp C:]
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?

[Chorus: Pimp C]
Blowing big kill (blowing big kill),
Million-dollar deals (million-dollar deals),
Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm working wood wheel...

Uh...putting down one time for the king, Lil' J
Smoke something, bitch.