Dirty - Woodgrain lyrics

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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 bitch

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' dope 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 week

For those who bleed, let me introduce you to frost

This nigga 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 shit the bomb?

By the way yo shit got numb?

Oh this that "gotta get'cha some"

All the way down from Peruvian

The shit 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

Nigga, 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

Nigga, cause I love that cash

If you sittin' up on some g's

We gon' have to lic yo ass

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 bitch

That cost a nut of yo mayn

And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (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 bitch

That cost a nut of yo mayn

And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (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 ass, 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, with' 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'

With' 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 bitch

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

Nigga, 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

Nigga 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 bitch

That cost a nut of yo mayn

And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (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 bitch

That cost a nut of yo mayn

And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (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 bitch

That cost a nut of yo mayn

And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (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 bitch

That cost a nut of yo mayn

And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain)