Wood Wheel Lyrics - Singles - Ugk

Uh, whut 

(Hehe) 

Smoke somethin', bitch, smoke somethin' 

I'm up early 'cuz 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 boyz, that's why we act this way 

Tryin' to see a million dollars 

Hopin' these niggas don't blast today 

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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 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 disappearin' into a shroud of dozier 

Cloud composures, all-nighters like Folger's 

But, bitch, I tried to told ya 

Rollin' Seville 

(Rollin' Seville) 

Grippin' my steal 

(Grippin' my steal) 

My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel 

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Sedan DeVille 

(Sedan DeVille) 

House on the hill 

(House on the hill), 

Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' 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 workin' wood wheel 

House on the hill 

(House on the hill) 

Marijuana fields 

(Marijuana fields) 

Grippin' my steal, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel 

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 bar 'bout 

They don't know what that candy car 'bout or smokin' that joint '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 

I just spent 60 G's on a brand new Eldo-reeze 

Black-on-black, drop top 'lac, north star fifth wheel on back 

Sometimes I feel like Lil' Ke when my trunk steady hummin' 

Had to leave my bitch 'cuz 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 hamhocks, try 20 ounce Angus beef 

Hangin' with young niggas, that pack big triggas 

'N got big ass diamonds off in they teeth 

Fifth wheel and grill 

(Fifth wheel and grill) 

Candy Seville 

(Candy Seville) 

Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel 

(Workin' wood wheel) 

House on the hill 

(House on the hill) 

Flexin' mils 

(Flexin' mils) 

Countin' up my scrill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel 

Comin' down so trill 

(Comin' down so trill) 

Nigga, how you feel? 

(Nigga, how you feel?) 

Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel 

Grippin' the steal 

(Grippin' the steal) 

Nigga, I'm so real 

(Nigga, I'm so real) 

Bitch, how you feel? Nigga, I'm workin' wood wheel 

Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic, it's so ironic 

Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Mnemonic 

We crash your party, piss on your parade 

Sip syrup like it's Lemonade 

From Paris to the Palisades to the Promenade 

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 

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 throwed off some good skunk 

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'ma fuck slow 

How the fuck you're gonna out-fuck James, ho? 

Like Teddy Pendergrass, you better let it go 

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 

Baby brother, Sweet James Jones, guerrilla pimpin' at its finest 

Leavin' haters and ho-hustlers behind us, rewind us 

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? 

Blowin' big kill 

(Blowin' big kill) 

Million dollar deals 

(Million dollar deals) 

Nigga, I'm so trill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel 

Uh, puttin' down one time for the king, Lil' J 

Smoke somethin', bitch