Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck My Car

Check it out, 1996, still suckin on dicks
Hoes just mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they
What keys you holdin

Now bitches stare a down 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
They trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car

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

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

Dress above they knees, and G-strings up the ass
Man I never let 'em
So, me where can I find 'em
With they nigga or in that Cadillac right behind him

Bitches tellin' me see yo' dick
All she wanna do is Su-bur-ban
Put her ass on the and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh, man that pussy look

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

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

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

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

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

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

And didn't 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 ain't out Vogues
so these hoes can be seen, c'mon you wanna fuck or cut?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look a nigga up and down he a superstar
But 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, they wanna my car