UGK — Wood Wheel

[Intro] Smoke somethin', bitch...smoke somethin'... [Verse 1: Pimp C] 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 boys That's why we act this way Tryin' to see a million dollars Hopin' these niggas don't blast today [Verse 2: 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 reality Unsolved mysteries riddle Knockin' over fat cats And gettin' my dogs some 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 a drink I fake it, blink 'n poof We disappearin' into a shroud of dojer Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's But, bitch, I tried to told ya [Hook: Pimp C] Rollin' Seville, grippin' my steel Might pop a pill, 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 steel, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel [Verse 3: Bun B] 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 barre 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that jar '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 [Verse 4: 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 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 hamhock Try 20-ounce Angus beef Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas 'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth [Hook v2: Pimp C] Fifth wheel and grill, Candy Seville Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel House on the hill, still flexin' mills Countin' up my scrills, 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 [Verse 5: Bun B] Smokin' on bionic, bubonic, 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 Palacades 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 [Verse 6: 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 bitches know what I'm talkin' 'bout Ain't got no time to play, girl Let me get a little throat and some good skull' 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'mma fuck slow How the fuck you're gonna out-fuck James, ho? Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go [Verse 7: 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 Bitch bosses, takin' no losses, best go ask aks Lil' Wee-wee Been I-T, yo, we crack a danger ray about big Pee Wee Baby brother, Sweet James Jones: guerilla pimpin' at its finest Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us [Verse 8: 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? [Hook v3: Pimp C] Blowin' big kill, Million-dollar deals Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel [Outro: Pimp C] Uh...puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J Smoke somethin', bitch