bitch.smoke somethin'. i'm up early 'cause my nigga
don't sell dope after night time. love choppin' blades
'n move the dope through the pipeline
now yo' bitch on my team;
got her buyin' us sticky green
lace some with promythazine
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. pro smoke
it's civil. in the middle of re-al-it-y
unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle
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
we disappearin' into a shroud of dozier
all-nighters like folger's
i tried to told ya. rollin' seville
i'm workin' wood wheel. sedan deville
i'm workin' wood wheel. nigga
i'm workin' wood wheel. house on the hill
i'm workin' wood wheel. they tellin' me