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Dirty - Woodgrain lyrics
We grip our..
 We grip our..
 We grip our..
 We grip our..
 (Hook)
 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
 (Verse 1)
 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
 (Hook)
 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)
 (Verse 2)
 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, 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 babyDirty - Woodgrain - http://motolyrics.com/dirty/woodgrain-lyrics.html
 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)
 (Talking)
 For all them niggas out there ridin'
 Wit' they hands up on the wood
 Keep on ridin'
 Yean heard?
 (Hook)
 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)
 (Verse 3)
 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
 (Hook)
 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)












