Fuck My Car feat. 3-2

歌詞

Check it out, 1996 Bitches still suckin on dicks Hoes just... trippin mayne Choosin they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holdin Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers Lookin good spendin some nigga G's Nails by Vietnamese, lookin like they worth G's Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass Man I never let 'em pass So tell me where can I find 'em With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him Bitches tellin me see yo' dick grand All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban Put her ass on the leather, and rub the wood See we got boppers in Texas oh man that pussy look good So I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip But she blinded by the candy she can't see I'm a pimp When she told me I looked good I didn't feel no pride All the bitch wanted to do is just f**k my ride Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits Assumin that they body's too boomin to dispute But pussy is the root of all drama An attribute put up in they head by they momma Oh yeah I'ma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down Niggaz talkin 'bout, how they passin these hoes 'round But y'all trickin, them hoes told me Fools y'all ain't Goldy, ridin in a goodie but an oldie Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here You brought the bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone You left your niggaz at the club and took ALL them hoes home And didn't even f**k, MAN WHAT THE F**K?! If you didn't want to f**k then get the f**k up out the truck! You know what I mean? I ain't showin out Vogues Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna f**k or cut? Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips It's just like I'm rubbin my dick between your hips And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back Bitch I'm the real, that's why I ride Cadillac And I'ma f**k you and f**k ALL yo' friends Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz With burgundy paint, butter and LG rims Color TV, VCR playin X-rated films of myself, runnin up in beauty queens But let me tell y'all niggaz the difference between y'all and me You see, man I can tell all that bitch wanted to do is just ride for free and smoke for free But bitch not me, you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C Unless your pussy makin ten thousand dollars a week The only way I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you bitch! Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car But bitch who the f**k you think you are, by far They ain't trippin on me, they wanna f**k my car