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[Chorus] Ay I gots ta work my wood grain wheel Trunks steady bumpin, grillz steady comin [Slim Thug] 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 ?? sit 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 [Chorus] [Slim Thug] Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel SongtexteHand 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 [Chorus] [Slim Thug] 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'ma kill them on them mayne While I'm workin wood grain, I'ma 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 [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania