Fuck My Car

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    [Intro]
    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

    [Chorus]
    [B] Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the
    bar
    [C] They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
    [B] But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
    [C] They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car
    [B] Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
    [C] But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my
    car
    [B] But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
    [C] They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

    [Bun B]
    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

    [Pimp C]
    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 fuck my ride

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    [Chorus]

    [Bun B]
    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 fuck, MAN WHAT THE FUCK?!
    If you didn't want to fuck then get the fuck 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 fuck
    or cut?

    [Chorus] - first 1/2

    [Pimp C]
    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 fuck you and fuck 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!

    [Chorus] - 2X

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    Composición: J. Johnson y Chad Butler

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