Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wood Grain Wheel, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Throwback Thugga Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.05.2015
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Wood Grain Wheel |
| Ay I gots ta work my wood grain wheel |
| Trunks steady bumpin, grillz steady comin |
| I takin off down the runway, broad day Sunday |
| Haters lookin at me, I ain’t playin nuttin but gunplay |
| Hand on the grain, while I’m swangin down the oneway |
| Boppas everywhere, I see it’ll be a fun day |
| I might as well stay up all night, 'til it’s Monday |
| My shit will probably end up where my son stay |
| Got baby momma drama, cause the bitch drivin a Hyundai |
| And I got a Rolls, G’s up hoes — still down |
| 'Til I’m down watch me act a damn clown |
| We the cleanest shit around makin muthafuckas frown |
| Flippin through my town, tryin to see what the fucks up |
| Boss City Ballas, bitch niggas get your bucks up |
| I gotta King Ranch, that’ll make you put ya trunks up |
| Lookin like them other boys ran all they luck up |
| Damn 'sho can’t touch us, we them true bosses |
| You know how we do it fool, we them holdin flosses |
| Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel |
| Hand on the steel, cause them haters on my heels |
| Make me a 'mil and done it before the deal |
| Them other boys lyin, Slim Thugga speak the real |
| Candy paint shinin, 5th wheel reclinin |
| Caddy goin topless, like them dancers at +The Diamond+ |
| Boss, yea blindin, everybody lookin |
| And where I’m from, women ain’t the only ones cookin |
| Boys gettin paid, pushin Caddy Escalades |
| Still roll Vogues, used to roll blades |
| ??? |
| braids in the phase, when we reppin for our side (Northside) |
| And you ain’t ridin slabs, if them ain’t swangas on your ride |
| Ready for whatever, if you think Thugga scary |
| I’ll unload the Glock, if it get necessary |
| Been legendary in the streets of the H |
| Cause I stay ridin 4's, puttin candy in your face… mayne |
| This drink got me leanin, I ain’t smoke all day so I’m fienin |
| I’m feelin like I’m livin and I’m livin like I’m dreamin |
| My candy slab gleamin, I pass with a flash |
| Smashin the gas, ??? |
| boyz on glass |
| Swang like I’m bout to crash, then I hook the other way |
| Make my slab sway, down here that’s how we play |
| Ridin down that MLK, chunkin dueces to that Trae (Where you at, Trae?) |
| Niggas on the grind mayne, boys is on they J |
| I got diamons on my collar, shoes say prada |
| Shades say the same, I’mma kill them on them mayne |
| While I’m workin wood grain, I’mma Hogg on the road |
| I make 'em move around, like them laws on they roll |
| Trunk steady hummin, you hear me when I’m comin |
| Beat hittin hard, soundin like a drummer drummin |
| Everyday I stay stuntin, ain’t gon' to stop 'til I’m dead |
| On the Northside we ride blue, not the red |