Fuck My Car Lyrics - Singles - Underground Kingz

Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks 

Hoes just trippin' mayne 

Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive 

What kinda keys you holdin 

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar 

They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car 

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar 

But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are by far 

They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car 

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 nigga G's 

Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], 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 nigga or in that candy Cadillac right behind him 

Bitches tellin' me see yo' dick 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 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 trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar 

But they ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car 

Oh yeah, these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits 

Assumin' that they body's too boomin to dispute 

But pussy 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 

Niggaz 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 bitch a drink and all her homegirls a beer 

Your homeboys lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone 

You left your niggaz at the club and took all them hoes home 

And didn't even fuck, man what the fuck 

If you didn't want to fuck then get the fuck 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 fuck or cut? 

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

When you look at my chrome and you lick your lips 

It's just like I'm rubbin' 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'ma fuck you and fuck 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 niggaz the difference between y'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 sittin in my passenger seat, you bitch! 

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar 

But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he step to the bar 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar 

But they ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car 

But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far 

They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car