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Pimp C
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Woodwheel
作詞:J Bido, Chad L. Butler, Bettye Jean Crutcher, Bernard James Freeman
Uh, what? Smoke somethin' bitch Smoke somethin'
I'm up early 'cause 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 Maine and popped trunk Hit the switch on my candy toy
We all young ghetto boys That's why we act this way Tryin' to see a million dollars Hopin' these niggas don't blast today
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 folgers But bitch I tried to told ya
Rollin' Seville Grippin' my steal My Tahoe real Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Sedan DeVille House on the hill Countin' up my scrill Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
Nigga, how you feel I feel so trill Might pop me a pill Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill 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 Eldoreze 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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 'Cause I fell in love with my chrome-plated woman
I love my wood wheel Grant '84 Cadillac's 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 triggers 'N got big-ass diamonds off in they teeth
Fifth wheel and grill Candy Seville Might pop a pill Bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill Flexin' mils Countin' up my scrill 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
Smokin' on bionic, ubonic chronic, it's so ironic Sippin' gin and tonic, supersonic like Johnny Pneumonic 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, hoe? 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 hoe clockers
Bitch bosses, takin' no losses Best go ask Lil' Wee-wee BAND I T, Joe, and Cracka Danja Ray, how 'bout Big Pee Wee?
Baby brother, Sweet James Jones Guerilla 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
Hoe 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 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
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