Fuck My Car Lyrics

Check it out, 1996, bitches still s*ckin on d**ks
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, [unverified], lookin' like they worth G's

Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the a*s
Man I never let 'em pa*s
So, tell me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him

Bitches tellin' me see yo' d**k grand
All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban
Put her a*s on the leather and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pus*y 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
a*sumin' that they body's too boomin to dispute
But pus*y 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 pa*sin' 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' a*s 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 d**k between your hips
And when you smile and shake your a*s, 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 pus*y makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way I see you sittin in my pa*senger 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