Fuck My Car歌词

作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
[Intro:] Check it out, 1996
*****es still suckin on ****s
Hoes just... trippin mayne
Choosin they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin [Chorus:] [B:]
Now *****es stare a ***** down when he step to the bar [C:]
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna **** my car [B:]
But ***** who the **** you think you are, by far [C:]
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna **** my car [B:]
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar [C:]
But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna **** my car [B:]
But ***** who the **** you think you are, by far [C:]
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna **** my car [Bun B:]
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 *****
G's Nails by
Vietnamese, {?}, lookin 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 ***** or in that candy
Cadillac right behind him [Pimp C:]
*****es tellin me see yo' **** 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 ***** 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 ***** wanted to do is just **** my ride [Chorus] [Bun B:]
Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin that they body's too boomin to dispute
But ***** 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
****** talkin 'bout, how they passin 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 ***** a drink and all her homegirls a beer
Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your ****** at the club and took
ALL them hoes home
And didn't even ****,
MAN WHAT T
HE ****?!
If you didn't want to **** then get the **** 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 **** or cut? [Chorus: first 1/2] [Pimp C:]
When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips
It's just like
I'm rubbin my **** between your hips
And when you smile and shake your ass, my grill smile right back
***** I'm the real, that's why
I ride Cadillac
And I'ma **** you and ****
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 ****** the difference between y'all and me
You see, man
I can tell all that ***** wanted to do is just ride for free and smoke for free
But ***** not me, you better ask them hoes if my name
Pimp C Unless your ***** makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you *****! [Chorus x2]