Dirty Money
Wood Wheel
UGK
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[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 about,✦ they don't know what that Barre about✦
They don't know what that candy✦ car about✦ ,or smokin'✦ that jar about✦
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 told '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 Palisades 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 door-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
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