**** My Car

[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]