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Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on
just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars drive
What kinda you holdin

Now bitches stare a nigga when he step to the bar
They trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are by far
They ain't trippin on me, they fuck my car

Ay C keep yo' eyes for the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, stoppers
Lookin spendin some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin' like they G's

Dress above knees, jellies and G-strings up the ass
Man I let 'em pass
So, tell me can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that candy right behind him

Bitches tellin' me see yo' grand
All she wanna do is ride
Put her ass on the leather and rub the
See we got boppers in oh, man that pussy look good

So, I let them hoes ride and I show them a
But she by the candy she can't see I'm a pimp
When she told me I looked good I didn't feel no
All the bitch wanted to do is just my ride

Now stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down like he a
But they ain't trippin on me, they fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
ain't trippin on me, they wanna fuck my car

Oh yeah, these think they cute in skin-tight catsuits
Assumin' that they too boomin to dispute
But is the root of all drama
An attribute put up in they head by momma

Oh yeah, I'ma tell it it is, I sees how it goes down
Niggaz talkin' 'bout, how passin' these hoes 'round
But trickin', them hoes told me
Fools y'all ain't Goldy, ridin' in a but an oldie

Fifty dollars there, a hundred here
You brought the bitch a and all her homegirls a beer
Your lookin for ya, but yo' ass gone
You left your niggaz at the club and took all hoes home

And even fuck, man what the fuck
If you didn't want to fuck then get the up out the truck
You know what I mean? I showin out Vogues
so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or cut?

Now bitches stare a nigga down when he to the bar
They trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you you are, by far
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

When you look at my chrome and you lick lips
It's like I'm rubbin' my dick between your hips
And when you smile and your ass, my grill smile right back
Bitch I'm the real, that's why I Cadillac

And I'ma fuck you and all yo' friends
Soon as Pimp C through in that 600 Benz
With burgundy paint, butter and LG
Color TV, VCR X-rated films

Of myself, runnin up in beauty
But let me tell y'all the difference between y'all and me
You see, man I can all that bitch wanted to do
Is just for free and smoke for free

But bitch not me, you better ask hoes if my name Pimp C
Unless your pussy makin ten dollars a week
The way I see you sittin in my passenger seat, you bitch!

Now stare a nigga down when he step to the bar
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, wanna fuck my car

Look a nigga up and down he a superstar
But they ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car
But who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't on me, they wanna fuck my car

Now bitches stare a nigga when he step to the bar
They ain't trippin' on me, they fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
ain't trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car

Look a up and down like he a superstar
But they trippin' on me, they wanna fuck my car
But bitch who the you think you are, by far
They ain't trippin' on me, they wanna my car