Fuck My Car (Chopped & Screwed Version)
作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
Check it out, 1996, ******* still suckin on *****s
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin ****, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some *****
G'sNails by
Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they worth
G'sDress 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
******* 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
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
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
*****z 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 *****z at the club and took all them hoes home
And didn't even *****, man what the *****
If you didn't want to ***** then get the ***** up out the truck
You know what
I mean? I ain't showin out
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna ***** or cut?
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
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
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and
LG rimsColor
TV, VCR playin
X-rated films
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all *****z 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 CUnless your ******* makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you *******!
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Fuck My Car (Chopped & Screwed Version)LRC歌词
作曲 : Butler, Freeman, Johnson
Check it out, 1996, ******* still suckin on *****s
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you holdin
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin ****, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some *****
G'sNails by
Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they worth
G'sDress 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
******* 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
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin on me, they wanna ***** my car
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
*****z 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 *****z at the club and took all them hoes home
And didn't even *****, man what the *****
If you didn't want to ***** then get the ***** up out the truck
You know what
I mean? I ain't showin out
VoguesJust so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna ***** or cut?
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
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
BenzWith burgundy paint, butter and
LG rimsColor
TV, VCR playin
X-rated films
Of myself, runnin up in beauty queens
But let me tell y'all *****z 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 CUnless your ******* makin ten thousand dollars a week
The only way
I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you *******!
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Now ******* stare a ***** down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
Look a ***** up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
But ******* who the ***** you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna ***** my car
