Fuck My Car - UGK
Check it out, 1996 Bitches still sucking on dicks Hoes just, tripping man Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive What kinda keys you holding Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers Daisy Dukes out on the block, showing cock, traffic stoppers Looking good spending some nigga G's Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Mean Gene, looking 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 telling 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 Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits Assuming that they body's too booming to dispute But pussy is the root of all drama An attribute put up in they head by they momma Oh yeah I'mma tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down Niggas talking 'bout, how they passing these hoes 'round But y'all tricking, them hoes told me Fools y'all ain't Goldy, riding in a goodie but an oldie Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here You brought the bitch a drink and all her home girls a beer Your homeboys looking for ya, but yo' ass gone You left your niggas 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 showing out hoes Just so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or cut? Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips It's just like I'm rubbing 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'mma fuck you and fuck all yo' friends Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz With burgundy paint, butter and AMG rims Color TV, VCR playing X-rated films Of myself, running up in beauty queens But let me tell y'all niggas 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 making ten thousand dollars a week The only way I see you sitting in my passenger seat, you bitch Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Artist: UGK
Title: Fuck My Car