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Working the Wheel
10,737
Hip-Hop/Rap
Working the Wheel was released on April 11, 2006 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album Pimpalation
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Release DateApril 11, 2006
LabelRap-A-Lot
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
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Valence
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pimp C
Pimp C
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pimp C
Pimp C
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hol' up
Smoke somethin', bitch
Slim Thugga, muthafucka
I'm still trill, working the wheel, it's pimpin at its finest
We playas of the year, you other simps is behind us
Still sideline hustlin', got 'em for the chief
Only **** in '06 hittin' licks off this beat
Phones get ya fucked off, so no need for conversations
Just hit me when ya get up to that corner gas station
Keep a candy blue 'Lac, pop the trunk on the chrome
Had the state ridin' dirty till the Pimp came home
Now it's on, get ready for that Texas takeover
We got the whole world sippin' on them purple sodas
Sayin', "Man, hold up," and screamin', "What it do?"
Showin' off the diamond grills, swangin', bangin' on the screw
Uh, Pimp C, I ain't never made love
Some of my friends sell drugs
I got some bitches with some cock good as gold
'Cause good hot pussy is to be throwed and sold
See me, I'm stackin' my paper, grippin' my wood
Diamonds up again, just like it should
Me and Young Thug, up in yo' hood
Pimpin' a ho like a trill **** could
'Cause everyday is a holiday
Poppin' tags on a collar day
Girls want this hot dollar cum, wanna suck my dick, wanna swallow me
Everything is everything, when I think to fuck with my pinky ring
Sippin' on a cold purple thing, candy red drop, sittin' on swang
I whip the 'Lac like a whip a bird
Used to drink and then hit the herb
Cars swerve, but don't hit the curb
Got kids in the 'burb, sippin' on syrup
My **** Pimp off lock, off that lot in a Bentley
That's how that Texas represent, blowin 'dro behind tint
But still ain't let this money change us, still keep a set of swangers
On a drop in the garage, with a trunk full of bangers
Bitches boppin' when we pass by, shinin' like stars
She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my car
Bustin' down a cigar, fillin' it up with the green
Fire it up, cuppin' on the muddy, cup for the lean
Slim Thug 'bout to fan 'em, fuckin' **** heads up
Ho didn't know us country **** had our bread up
Every day, I eat too many shrimp
Every city that I go to, bitches love a pimp
Man, this shit don't stop, we got this game by the nuts
Puttin' pistols to these **** and puttin' dick in these hoes' guts
Been around the world, then I went to the pen
Fought, fled, came back, I finger fucked my enemies again
Bitch ****, get some nuts, bitch ****, say my name
We ain't got no time to be guessin' and playin' no pussy ass games
You pussy **** must be smokin' that krush
Take that monkey record off, you embarrassing us, huh
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's goin down in the South
Young Slim Thug and Young Pimp C, already
Puttin' it up in these bitch ass ****' faces
And we had the money down here, bitch ass ****
U.G.K. Records and Boss Hogg Outlawz
It's goin' down, huh
Written by: Pimp C
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