Fuck My Car (feat. 3-2)

Check it out, 1996
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 Bitches still sucking on dicks
 Hoes is tripping, mane
 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 Michi's, lookin' like they worth G's
 Dress above they knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
 Man, I never let them pass
 So tell me where can I find them
 With they nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him
 Bitches telling me "C, yo dick grand"
 All she wanna do is ride Suburban
 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 mama
 Oh yeah, I'm a tell it like it is, I sees how it goes down
 Niggas talking about how they passing these hoes 'round
 But you all tricking, them hoes told me
 Fools, you all ain't Goldy, riding in a goodie, but an oldie
 Fifty dollars there, a hundred dollars here
 You bought the bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer
 Your homeboys lookin' 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 wanna 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, come on, 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'm a fuck you and fuck all your friends
 Soon as Pimp C come through in that 600 Benz
 With burgundy paint, butter and AMG rims
 Color TV, VCR playin' X-rated films
 Of myself, running up in beauty queens
 But let me tell you all niggas the difference between you 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 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