Pimp C - Working The Wheel lyrics

"Hold up..." {*echoes*} (Slim Thug) Smoke somethin, b**h! {*starts laughing*} (Hook) {*Pimp C sampled from Three 6 Mafia's "Sippin on Some Syrup"*} "I'm trill working the wheel, oh you can get a biz-zerd" "I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp" "I'm trill working the wheel, oh you can get a biz-zerd" "I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp" (Slim Thug) (Slim Thugga! Muthaf**a!) I'm still trill, working the wheel (wheel), it's pimpin at its finest (at its finest) We playas of the year, you other simps is behind us (is behind us) Still sideline hustlin, got 'em for the chief (Geah!) Only n***a in '06 hittin licks off this beat (Ha!) Phones get ya f**ed off, so need for conversations (un uh!) Just hit me when ya get up to that corner gas station (here I come) Keep a candy blue 'llac, pop the trunk on the chrome (on the chrome) Had the state ridin dirty 'til the Pimp came home (free Pimp C) Now it's on, get ready for that Texas takeover (takeover) We got the whole world sipping on them purple sodas (Ha!) Saying, "Man, hold up!" (up!) And screaming, "What it do!?" (what it do) Showing off the diamond grills, swangin, bangin on the screw (bangin on the screw) (Hook) - repeat 2X (Pimp C) Uh! Pimp C, I ain't never made love (made love!) Some of my friends sell d**! (Uh!) I got some b**hes with some co*k good as gold (good as gold!) 'Cause good hot p**y is to be throwed and sold See me, I'm stackin my paper, grippin my wood Diamonds up again, just like it should Me and Young Thug, up in yo' hood Pimpin a hoe like a trill n***a could 'Cause everyday is a holiday (holiday) Poppin tags on a collar day (collar day) Girls want this hot dollar cum, wanna s** my dick, wanna swallow Mae (Uh!) Everything is everything, when I think to f** with my pinky ring (ring) Sipping on a colt purple thing (purple thing), candy red drop sittin on swang I whip the 'llac like a whip a bird (whip a bird) Used to drink and then hit the herb (hit the herb) Cars swerve but don't hit the curb Got kids in the 'burb, sipping on syrup (Hook) - repeat 2X (Slim Thug) My n***a Pimp off lock, off that lot in a Bentley (in a Bentley) That's how that Texas represent, blowin ‘dro behind tint (Geah!) But still ain't let this money change us, still keep a set of swangers On a drop in the garage, with a trunk full of papers Fit this poppin room with hash pots, shining like stars (shining like stars) She don't wanna f** me she wanna f** my car (f** my car) Bustin down a cigar, fillin it up with the green Fire it up! Couplet on the money, cup for the lean (Pimp C) Slim Thug 'bout to fan 'em (fan 'em!), f**in n***az' heads up (up!) Hoe didn't know us country n***az had our bread up (bread up!) Everyday I eat too many shrimp Every city that I go to, b**hes love a pimp! Now the sh** gon' stop, we got this game by the nuts Puttin pistols to these n***az and puttin dick in these hoes' c*nts Been around the world, then I went to the pen Fought, fled, came back, I finger f**ed my enemies again b**h n***az get some nuts, b**h n***az say my name We ain't got no time to be guessin and playin those p**y a** games (p**y a** games!) You p**y n***az must be smokin that krush Take that monkey record off, you embarra**ing us, huh! (Outro: Pimp C) Know what I'm talkin 'bout!? It's goin down in the South! Young Slim Thug and Young Pimp C... already! Puttin it up in these b**h a** n***az' faces! And we had the money down here, p**y a** n***a! U.G.K. Records and Boss Hogg Outlawz! It's goin down!! Huh!!