Woodgrain - Dirty We grip our We grip our We grip our We grip our We grip our hands up on that woodgrain And roll this 'Lac up through yo hood Like da frozen mayn We got the good green b**ch That cost a nut of yo mayn And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain Now if you catch me in yo hood creepin' slow Hands gripped on that grain I'm tryina catch some sales Cause I got mo' d**e to slang I'm talkin' 'bout quarter ki's All the way up to forty ki's You wouldn't believe how many g's I make in one For those who bleed let me introduce you to frost This ni**a soft But to get a hit of this here gon' cost And all work we floss so test it Put a lil' on ya toungue Can't you tell my sh*t the bomb By the way yo sh*t got numb Oh this that gotta get'cha some All the way down from Peruvian The sh*t I got abusin' them They O D so we losin' them Man I keep a sack of fat rocks Nothin' but forty slugs One hit of this buddy bud It'll put you on yo butt If Peter Piper picked that pepper Ni**a well I pick that herb Make my way to the hood So I can sell fresh wood on the curb Gotta stay about my cheese Ni**a cause I love that cash If you sittin' up on some g's We gon' have to lic yo a** We grip our hands up on that woodgrain And roll this Lac up through yo hood Like da frozen mayn We got the good green b**ch That cost a nut of yo mayn And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain We grip our hands up on that woodgrain And roll this Lac up through yo hood Like da frozen mayn We got the good green b**ch That cost a nut of yo mayn And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain I pick my wood from that stack Let's call him Sugar Man Jack I get my blow from the mouth so Cause it's easy to crack He got the finest gritty green And the purest of 'cain That's why I'm a weathered entrepreneur From the product I slang I love them ho's But not the ones that get they hair done plus nails I'm talkin' 'bout a** onions elbows and sells We got them freaks pops Goin' for 'bout eight fifty each And sellin' blocks of rock n roll For about fifteen a piece I know you like them nutty butters We got them five for three And got some twentie's and dime push ups Lemon lime and peach I'm off on the road every night Tryin'a grind to eat And off on my stove wit' a light Bustin' down a ki If Baskin & Robin's got thirty one flavors Then I got sixty two My two newest flavors Chocolate wood and pearly white blue We got that green kiwi baby It's so sweet and delicious And gaurunteed to get'cha high Everytime ya lick it Now if Jimmy crack corn Then I crack rocks I chop 'em up in blocks So they can fit in my sock As long as them twinky's keep on turnin' Then we won't ever stop Watch all them junkie's on Pirelli's When we pull on yo spot (Yo spot yo spot yo spot) For all them niggas out there ridin' Wit' they hands up on the wood Keep on ridin' Yean heard We grip our hands up on the woodgrain And roll this Lac up through yo hood Like da frozen mayn We got the good green b**ch That cost a nut of yo mayn And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain) We sold up all the blocks We stack up all the rocks We work around the clock Ni**a we twenty four hour shop We might not ship 'em in But boy we move 'em out I might not be no man Now but I got plenty clout I speed it for that low Then get it out my hand If you from outta' town Ni**a Texas will advance You might not like my scheme But that's just how I grind I once was told That you can't make no cheese Off nickles and dimes Now I'm yo candy man Sellin' plenty frozen 'cain We keep 'em fresh So let me tell ya how we cook them thangs We get ounce of sugar Mix it in a pipe Add a cup of milk some chopped ice And keep it topped We put it in the deep freezer let it hard rock You gotta bust in on the floor cause it's a hard block Now get yo ice cream scooper So you can skeet them goods And when you hit the hood Keep yo hands up on the wood We grip our hands up on that woodgrain And roll this Lac up through yo hood Like da frozen mayn We got the good green b**ch That cost a nut of yo mayn 404

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