Work Dat Wheel, Cup Dont Spill Paul Wall (Ft. BeatKing)

[Chorus: BeatKing & (Paul Wall)]
Working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
Bitch I'm working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
Bitch I'm working that wheel, on my dick is that steel
On my dick is that steel, jackers get killed
Bitch Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Yeah swang on them hoes, swang on them bitches, I'm rich hold up
Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Swang on them hoes, swang on them bitches, I'm rich hold up

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Swang on them hoes, fresher than vogues
Trunk in the air with the neon's exposed
Coming down candy [?] 4's
Bitch I'm the man, I'm too trip for you hoes
Look at these punks, look at my trunk
Blocking the traffic, I drive when I want
[?]
Load [?] up, if a hater jump
[?] watch how you handle me
Bitch I'm too trill, never fake how can I be?
Walk away our pockets fat as a manatee
Probably cause I grind like there's 10 in me
Tin it up not rented, sprayed it 3 times but I ain't finished
Swung on a pot hole, 4 got dented
4 in the cup came straight from the clinic
Whip this wrist this not a test
Me and King fish right and drop a wrist
You looking at a Slab God in the flesh
If it ain't complete then I'm not impressed
Pressing them buttons, swanging them buttons
[?] with the diamonds floodin'
Riding on 16's just passed [?]
Jacky in the rear view all of a sudden
I'm