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Pimp C:Uh...whuuuut (hehe)Smoke somethin`, bitch...smoke somethin`...Pimp C:I`m up early `cause my niggaDon`t sell dope after night time.Love choppin` blades, rollin` hooptie`N move the dope through the pipelinePimp C, bitch...holla at yo` bitch,Now yo` bitch on my team;Got her buyin` us sticky greenLace some with promythazineCandy 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.Bun B:Pro smoke, pro choke,Anti-broke, conservative liberalLeft-wing slangin`, right-wing hangin`In criminal court, it`s civil.In the middle of re-al-it-yUnsolved 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,Fuck it, take it, trick,I fake it...blink `n poofWe disappearin` into a shroud of dozierCloud composures, all-nighters like Folger`sBut, bitch, 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, 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.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 `boutThey don`t know what that bar `boutThey don`t know what that candy car `boutOr smokin` that joint `bout.All they know is what the fuck I tell `emOr what the fuck we sell `emSmokin` Swishers, wood grain,And leavin` stains on cerebellums.Rebellum, propell `em, gel `emFrom P.A. to Deep Ellum.Tell `em I tol` `emWrote `em, fuck it, phone `emTo hell to heaven.Pimp C:I just spent 60 G`sOn a brand new Eldo-reeze:Black-on-black, drop top `lac;Northstar fifth wheel on back.Sometimes I feel like Lil` KeWhen 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.Chorus: (Pimp C)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.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 LemonadeFrom 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 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, soBitch 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.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,Bitch 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 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 warWhen you bitch-ass niggas ain`t got no cheese?Chorus: (Pimp C)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` JSmoke somethin`, bitch.

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