Fuck My Car

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