UGK Wood Wheel Lyrics

Pimp C:
Uh...whuuuut (hehe)
Smoke somethin', b____...smoke somethin'...

Pimp C:
I'm up early 'cause my n____
Don't sell dope after night time.
Love choppin' blades, rollin' hooptie
'N move the dope through the pipeline
Pimp C, b____...holla at yo' b____,
Now yo' b____ on my team;
Got her buyin' us sticky green
Lace some with promythazine
Candy sweets, a candy b____,
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 boyz,
That's why we act this way.
Tryin' to see a million dollars,
Hopin' these n____s don't blast today.

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 re-al-it-y
Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle,
Knockin' over fat cats,
And gettin' 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,
f___ it, take it, trick,
I fake it...blink 'n poof
We disappearin' into a shroud of dozier
Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's
But, b____, I tried to told ya...

Chorus: (Pimp C)
Rollin' Seville (rollin' Seville),
Grippin' my steal (grippin' my steal),
My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Sedan DeVille (sedan DeVille),
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Countin' up my scrill, b____, I'm workin' wood wheel.
n____, how you feel (n____, how you feel),
I feel so trill (I feel so trill),
Might pop me a pill, b____, I'm workin' wood wheel.
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Marijuana fields (marijuana fields),
Grippin' my steal, b____, I'm workin' wood wheel.

Bun B:
They tellin' me, "Bun don't go there"
But, man, I just gots to bring it.
These n____s, 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 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.

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____
'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____, I don't eat hamhock,
Try 20-ounce Angus beef.
Hangin' with young n____s, that pack big triggas,
'N got big-a__ diamonds off in they teeth.

Chorus: (Pimp C)
Fifth wheel and grill (fifth wheel and grill),
Candy Seville (candy Seville),
Might pop a pill, b____, I'm workin' wood wheel (workin' wood wheel).
House on the hill (house on the hill),
Flexin' mils (flexin' mils),
Countin' up my scrill, b____, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Comin' down so trill (comin' down so trill),
n____, how you feel (n____, how you feel)?
Might pop a pill, b____, I'm workin' wood wheel.
Grippin' the steal (grippin' the steal),
n____, I'm so real (n____, I'm so real).
b____, how you feel? n____, I'm workin' wood wheel.

Bun B:
Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic...it's so ironic.
Sippin' gin and tonic: supersonic like Johnny Mneumonic.
We crash your party, p___ 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.

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____es 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____, didn't you know who the f___ I was,
Off in the street, lookin' for the good stuff?
b____, I don't give a f___ about yo' man, so
b____ tryin' to f___ fast, I'ma f___ slow.
How the f___ you're gonna out-f___ James, ho?
Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go.

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____ 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...

Pimp C:
Touched like Midas, these b____-a__ n____s they study and bite us.
Couldn't not recite us, come to our show,
And b____ n____s try to fight us.
Ho n____s scream and talk, trill n____s bust and leave...
How the f___ you're gonna go to war
When you b____-a__ n____s ain't got no cheese?

Chorus: (Pimp C)
Blowin' big kill (blowin' big kill),
Million-dollar deals (million-dollar deals),
n____, I'm so trill, b____, I'm workin' wood wheel...

Uh...puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J
Smoke somethin', b____.