F**k My Car

Check it out, 1996 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