F**k My Car - UGK (地下之王) Now b**ches stare a ni**a down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car Look a ni**a up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k 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 ni**a G's Nails by Vietnamese lookin like they worth G's Dress above they knees jellies and G-strings up the a** Man I never let 'em pass So tell me where can I find 'em With they ni**a or in that candy Cadillac right behind him B**ches tellin me see yo' dick grand All she wanna do is ride Su-bur-ban Put her a** on the leather and rub the wood See we got boppers in Texas oh man that p**sy 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 b**ch wanted to do is just f**k my ride Now b**ches stare a ni**a down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car Look a ni**a up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car Oh yeah these hoes think they cute in skin-tight catsuits Assumin that they body's too boomin to dispute But p**sy 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 b**ch a drink and all her homegirls a beer Your homeboys lookin for ya but yo' a** gone You left your niggaz at the club and took ALL them hoes home And didn't even f**k MAN WHAT THE F**K If you didn't want to f**k then get the f**k 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 f**k or cut Now b**ches stare a ni**a down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k 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 a** My grill smile right back B**ch I'm the real that's why I ride Cadillac And I'ma f**k you and f**k 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 b**ch wanted to do Is just ride for free and smoke for free But b**ch not me you better ask them hoes if my name Pimp C Unless your p**sy makin ten thousand dollars a week The only way I see you sittin in my passenger seat You b**ch Now b**ches stare a ni**a down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car Look a ni**a up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car Now b**ches stare a ni**a down when he step to the bar They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car Look a ni**a up and down like he a superstar But they ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car But b**ch who the f**k you think you are by far They ain't trippin on me they wanna f**k my car