24 Inches Woodgrain Grippin lyrics

[Chorus]

I put 24 inches on the Brougham

Call my baddest bitch and tell her daddy comin` home

Pull up at the light and them thangs keep spinnin`

I`m bustin` down a Philly, finna fill it with a 20

That liquor got me swervin`, E&J is what we sippin`

Just pulled it out the shop, so that paint still drippin`

Got that thang flip-flop, so the flop keep flippin`

Keep that 45 cock when I`m woodgrain grippin`



[Verse 1:Big Pimp]

I woke up Friday morning, right before I washed my ass

My nigga Keke called me, told me "Boy, come get your Lac"

I`m happy as hell cause I been waitin` for the call

He told me that he sprayed it last night with stone wall

"You got 31 Flavors, and boy you need to see`em

But you need you some rims, so meet me down at Emmet Neil`s

And Pimp while you thinkin`, I`mma tell you how to kill her

Take off them Gary Payton`s and sit that bitch on Andre Miller`s"

I call up LaKiera, that`s my main thoroughbred

Cause right `fore I hit her, I get some flame-thorough-head

Now when she suck it, she don`t play when she catch it

Could it be I run with J and Scarface down in Texas?

But I`m down in Alabama where the ballers love flexin`

Keep my 45 cocked just in case I feel threatened

I pulled up at the light and them hoes almost fainted

I hearin` screamin` out, hollerin` "Keke must`a painted it"

Yeah, yeah



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[Verse 2:G-stacka]

I`m choppin` down your block in a big body Brougham

Candy flip-flop, 24 inch chrome

Spinnin` like four windmills, enough to give off wind chills

And all this dro smoke is startin` to fog up my windshield

I`m sittin` more high than four deers, stacked on top of four hills

And if I sip `bout four beers, I`ll need four blunts to straight kill

I`ll show you how that bass feel, four 15`s off in the rear

Beatin` so hard off in your ear, when you get out you can hardly hear

Mix E&J with Belvedere, so my mind ain`t never clear

My 4-5 been with me so goddamn long feel like my souvenir

You wanna know what`s truly real? How many times my candy flip

The sun make my paint look like a fruity bag of M&M`s

Hoes love the way it drip, so they holla "Let me ride"

So it`s me and Pimp with `bout twenty-four hoes inside, every night

Takin` flight, in my Fleetwood full of hood freaks

And if that thang is candy paint, it must got sprayed my Keke



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[Verse 3:Both]

(In singing-rap style)



[Big Pimp] We push Caddies with gold spokes, vogues with mo-mo

[G-stacka] They sit high, they sit low, 20`s and 24`s

[Big Pimp] We got hoes that dike hoes, suck dick, and snort blow

[G-stacka] We got niggas that smoke dro, push bricks, and elbows

[Big Pimp] Thirty-one clear coats drip wet like Mop `n Glow

[G-stacka] Spinners that chop fast, spinners that chop slow

[Big Pimp] Gators of all soles, furs, and perm fros

[G-stacka] We ride with 44`s that`s tucked off in our clothes



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