John Bido - Wood Wheel lyrics

[Intro] Smoke somethin', b**h...smoke somethin'... [Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm up early cause my n***a Don't sell dope after night time Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie 'N move the dope through the pipeline Pimp C, b**h...holla at yo' b**h Now yo' b**h on my team; Got her buyin' us sticky green Lace some with promythazine Candy sweets, a candy b**h 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 n***as 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 f** it, take it, trick I fake it, blink 'n poof We disappearin' into a shroud of dojer Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's But, b**h, I tried to told ya [Hook: Pimp C] Rollin' Seville Grippin' my steel Might pop a pill b**h, I'm workin' wood wheel Sedan DeVille House on the hill Countin' up my scrill b**h, I'm workin' wood wheel n***a, how you feel I feel so trill Might pop me a pill b**h, I'm workin' wood wheel House on the hill Marijuana fields Grippin' my steel b**h, 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 n***as, 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 joint 'bout All they know is what the f** I tell 'em Or what the f** 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** 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 b**h 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**h, I don't eat hamhock Try 20-ounce Angus beef Hangin' with young n***as, that pack big triggas 'N got big-a** diamonds off in they teeth [Hook v2: Pimp C] Fifth wheel and grill Candy Seville Might pop a pill b**h, I'm workin' wood wheel House on the hill Still flexin' mils Countin' up my scrills b**h, I'm workin' wood wheel Comin' down so trill n***a, how you feel? Might pop a pill b**h, I'm workin' wood wheel Grippin' the steal n***a, I'm so real b**h, how you feel? n***a, I'm workin' wood wheel [Verse 5: 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 Palacades to the Prominade Bomb and fade, closes the car, break worlds, it's plain as day That's the gamewe 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 b**hes 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**h, didn't you know who the f** I was Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff? b**h, I don't give a f** about yo' man, so b**h tryin' to f** fast, I'mma f** slow How the f** you're gonna out-f** James, ho? Like Teddy Pendergra**, 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 b**h 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 [Verse 8: Pimp C] Touched like Midas, these b**h-a** n***as they study and bite us Couldn't not recite us, come to our show And b**h n***as try to fight us Ho n***as scream and talk, trill n***as bust and leave How the f** you're gonna go to war When you b**h-a** n***as ain't got no cheese? [Hook v3: Pimp C] Blowin' big k** Million-dollar deals n***a, I'm so trill b**h, I'm workin' wood wheel Uh...puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J Smoke somethin', b**h